[Richard G]

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What about ...


Him? What's there to say about
that sofa-spud? The layabout.
He'll be where there's beer about.

Her? She's still mad about
her footie, loves a kickabout.
Exhausting how she runs about.

Him? The old gadabout?
Haven't seen him in about
twenty years, or thereabout.

Her? Fine. Up and about
now. Slower, but she gets about.
Hates it if you fuss about.

Them? Always on about,
"Have you heard the one about ..?"
Comedians! Well, just about.

Her? Physics. Stuff about
primordial soup. It's about
as clear as flipping stirabout.

Him? I'm sure you read about
his "Mishap" at the roundabout?
Something we still laugh about.

Her? She thinks turnabout
is fair play. Keep your wits about
you. She won't have forgot about ...

No. We never talk about ...
Good riddance ... No doubt about ...
Couldn't tell you whereabout ... (And wouldn't if I could.)

Me? I'm good. Thinking about
retiring. Feet up. Lounge about.
Fat chance of that. Now, how's about

yourself?



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