So...we were in Paris a few days ago. (Oh, yes we were...) The sun shone on the Louvre. The glass pyramid sparkled.
'The Stoo-Reasons,' I offered.'With their son Stan.'
A moment's thought from the pantomime king.
'No,' he said. 'Mr and Mrs Dingroom-Only and their son Stan.'
'You're right, much better.'
We were on the embankment of the Seine by now, the great river golden.
'I don't know how you do it,' I said, with some irony intended.
'Mr and Mrs Pier-Wit and their son Ray,' he replied, to settle the matter.
'The Stoo-Reasons,' I offered.'With their son Stan.'
A moment's thought from the pantomime king.
'No,' he said. 'Mr and Mrs Dingroom-Only and their son Stan.'
'You're right, much better.'
We were on the embankment of the Seine by now, the great river golden.
'I don't know how you do it,' I said, with some irony intended.
'Mr and Mrs Pier-Wit and their son Ray,' he replied, to settle the matter.
