I love my lips, but...

they do mess me about. Like Eric Morcambe at the piano, I make all the right sounds, but not necessarily in the right order.

I thought, "I have a good lock".

My notes said, "j'ai un bon verrou."

My lips said, "j'ai un bon verrue." (no sense of gender, either, my lips... verrues are girls, of course.)

The folks heard, "I have a good wart?"

I've given my lips a good smacking, and they promise to try harder in future.

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