Wild Strawberries

I woke to this razzamataz, down the street where my lovely Mahnaz had her beautiful flat and a picky old brat who had, daily, the male order blaaahs. He was known in the street as a nerd, who had somehow been given this bird she was pretty and smart and a work of great art she was shaken and never quite stirred. Like a real delicious Martini with a hubby but lacking bambini she then thought it her duty to disguise her great beauty so she turned into Mrs. Houdini. As for me I went back to my bed and the words of the priest 'I thee wed' sang a tune in my ears then it triggered two tears and I went to my Hemi instead.