I haven’t done this for almost a year.
The prompt is:
… whenever I hear it, I think of you ….
I’m not sure I like my attempt.
Solomon and John
John Smith: Solomon! So glad I found you after all this time. Thirty years, is it?
Solomon Grundy: Forty more like. Isn’t Facebook wonderful? I’ve thought of you over the years.
John Smith: Me, too. There’s this rhyme. Whenever I hear it I think of you.
Solomon Grundy: What rhyme is that?
John Smith: It goes like this. Solomon Grundy, born on Monday, christened on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, took ill on Thursday, grew worse on Friday, died on
Solomon Grundy has gone offline.
“Oh, what a shame. Must be the end of Solomon Grundy. And we’d only just met up again. Back to the Saturday review then.”