There was a knock on the door. It was the KGB; or the FBI; or the MI5; or the CCCPC; or the whatever. It didn’t really matter who, they were all the same, and doing the rounds.
Winnie had foolishly turned on her Christmas tree lights. Didn’t she know there was a power shortage? People were trying to charge their electric cars. The local steel mill was trying to run on a windmill. It was almost as bad as Mrs. Higginbotham of 95 Snodgrass Avenue who had selfishly plugged in her electric heater. Fortunately she had died of the cold.
Winnie explained that her small string of Christmas lights were solar. It was dismissed as a lie. Who could light up solar Christmas tree lights in this weather? Winnie was handcuffed and taken away. When solitary confinement didn’t budge her into submission she was taken out and electrocuted.
How much did they charge?
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They were charged with battery.
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If they had to pull the switch a second time that would be revolting.
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I amp sure of that.
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I’m sure this happened in San Francisco. The spark in Winnie has gone out.
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I’m not sure where she is buried currently, but back then she had flowers in her hair.
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She met some gentle people there.
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In the electric chair she felt a strange vibration.
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In her honor in the summertime there will be a love-in there.
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I don’t believe there are any lyrics left.
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We pretty much dried it up.
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I am given to understand the electrocution was solar powered, but that is a blatant lie.
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She was connected to a windmill.
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Shocking story! This could be our future.
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Sometimes I think the future is already here!
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Then you’ll be happy to know that despite the fact the HOA only allows us to put up one wreath, I have one on the front door and one at the back, and one on either side of the garage hanging from the lights!
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Hell’s Bells!! Bloody heck!!
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Yup, it’s the middle finger!
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My aunt used to live in a neighborhood with an HOA that demanded everyone decorate with only white twinkle lights. She and the rest of the neighbors on her block put out pink flamingoes outlined in flashing, multicolored lights instead. It was a glorious thing to see.
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Electrifying post! 😆 🤣 😂
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Glad to have cast some light on the topic!
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It was really good, Bruce! The ending made me laugh! Keep writing and shine on! 😊
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Thank you Nadine!
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