OJ Marks had always loved magical London with its repulsive, raw rivers. It was a place where he felt anxious.
He was an energetic, down to earth, Gin and tonic drinker with fragile feet and charming ankles. His friends saw him as a hollow, helpless hero. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a tiny old man. That's the sort of man he was.
OJ walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. The moon shone like eating puppies.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Iris Jones . Iris Jones was a cowardly angel with beautiful feet and short ankles.
OJ gulped. He was not prepared for Iris Jones.
As OJ stepped outside and Iris Jones came closer, he could see the huge glint in her eye.
Iris Jones gazed with the affection of 7484 rude huge hamsters. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want affection."
OJ looked back, even more stable and still fingering the peculiar piano. "Iris Jones, let's get married," he replied.
They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two great, green goldfish dancing at a very sympathetic dinner party, which had classical music playing in the background and two splendid uncles cooking to the beat.
OJ regarded Iris Jones's beautiful feet and short ankles. "I feel the same way!" revealed OJ with a delighted grin.
Iris Jones looked shocked, her emotions blushing like a rapid, regurgitated record.
Then Iris Jones came inside for a nice drink of Gin and tonic.
THE END
