Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. When she had regained the strength, we went in the house and each made a sandwich before returning to the back yard when we chatted like old friends. I was surprised how easily we could converse, considering the gap in our ages. “Did you know that Traci is twenty tomorrow?“ Sandy asked me. I answered that I didn‘t know and almost passed out when I heard her next question. Keep in mind that Traci was every bit as sexy as Sandy - just not quite as full in the chest area but her shape had also. ...This all started when I was coming to the end of my schooling days. I had been playing Chess to a very high level. I was playing for a team in a village where me met at the miners social club once a week and played in a league which was highly competitive.And when I was at school the Maths teacher decided to start a Chess Club. So my best friend at School and myself went along one dinner time and played a couple of games with more junior pupils. Neither my friend or I was really.Read More
