Silent Night
Silent night, frozen out night,
You’re not calm, feeling shite,
He’s gone missing, leaving you riled
Left alone, bereft and reviled
Should you call the police?
When will this behaviour cease?
Silent night, absent night,
‘Phone not answered, it’s not right,
Left you crying tears on your face,
You’ll keep searching, it’s part of the chase
Taking apart your self-worth
As he gives you a wide berth
Silent night, lonely night,
He’s disappeared from your sight,
How is this meant to be love?
This time you’ve had enough
Change the locks, end the contract
It’s time for no contact
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No contact gets me him showing up to threaten me to give him my car and not let me know his new number to get ahold of him after he hasn’t brought it back and I can’t call the cops cuz hel just further ruin my life my family’s life
Change the locks
Go no contact
And have a blessedly
Happy New Year
Leslie
Good advice Leslie. Same to you.
Are those ur legs hg ?
Yes.
It keeps getting better!
Lol nice legs yesterday I saw a hand I hope I didn’t miss other body parts during my absence but I think I must have lol
Will you be reveling yourself step by step like that until we’ll all see you in full glory Mr Tudor?
Watch this space ABW
You just gave me butterflies, HG!
The internet is going to crash from all the hits on Narcsite that day. 😉
Yep Clarece. We’re going to break the internet like that dress did!
😂😂😂
Zooming in… the shorts have the logo ‘SuperDry®Swim…’ (can’t see the rest), tanned legs with abubdant soft fuzzy hair (I am sure you didn’t like the soft and fuzzy part). I would guess size 9 or 10 shoe size. He is comfortable being barefoot, but prefers a white towel on his lounge chair (recall the ‘white glove test’ he performs with the ipps). He likes to cross his legs left over right, trying to relax and take in more sun. He may be shirtless, wanting to eliminate tan lines… Just merely speculating the possibilities! There may be an ipps around or a few ipss’s but we’ll never know lol!
Sorry if my comment is in poor taste. I haven’t had enough sleep the last week.
Ha! I say no worries, Caroline R… whether sleep-deprived or well-rested, that alternate ending of yours is cute and catchy! Besides, we all know that we don’t REALLY want something horrific to happen to our narcissist… at least not around the holidays. 🎁
Like you, I enjoy when HG re-writes the traditional tunes. It shows a bit more of his creative, whimsical side. I think you share much of the same talent, Caroline. It’s fun to bust a rhyme.
I always said that I would love a chance to be a Bernie Taupin… if I could just find an Elton John! Ah, if only… And I know, at best, I could only hope to be a watered-down version, but wouldn’t it be fun to write out nothing but lyrics and have someone as talented as Elton put it to music? (I always found those two, that partnership, to be unique. 🎵)
Pretty sure HG would have no problem being someone’s Bernie. ☺
BKK
Ha ha!
You’re adorable!
Very clever HG
This is really satisfying at the end. Thank you.
(alternate ending:
“Hear the screech, crash and horn,
Ex-N has gone to the morgue”)
Oh god, legs now? Come on.
I really don’t need teasing today.