That is not what you said last night as we sat on your veranda sipping our martini-slammers?
I once had a great aunt called Veranda.
I know. She was a great friend of my great uncle, Vestibule. Incidentally, my favourite song lyric of recent years mentioned a veranda. It’s by The Decemberists, and it’s so awful that it is in fact good: “Meet me on my vast veranda My sweet untouched Miranda” Though I’m now wondering if ‘veranda’ in that sense is a filthy euphemism. Does he have a vast veranda?
I know. She was a great friend of my great uncle, Vestibule.
Incidentally, my favourite song lyric of recent years mentioned a veranda. It’s by The Decemberists, and it’s so awful that it is in fact good:
“Meet me on my vast veranda My sweet untouched Miranda”
Though I’m now wondering if ‘veranda’ in that sense is a filthy euphemism. Does he have a vast veranda?
“Meet me on my vast veranda My sweet untouched Miranda” Yes, I remember you singing that to me.
Yes, I remember you singing that to me.
That’s an absolute lie! I never sang that to you, Cynthia!
In that little couplet it looks to me like ‘Miranda’ is, in fact, the euphamistic word.
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