22-10-09: This short story in poetry form really tickled our fancy. We thought that you may also enjoy it, and perhaps let us have some feedback or similar stories from your experiences. THE NASTY KNICKER NICKER OF NINDIGALLOP There's a nasty knicker nicker somewhere nosing round at night in our peaceful town out Nindigallop way we've all seen this strange cove, who is always hanging around, there is suspicion but no hard proof I must say. He seems to have a fetish for womens' lingerie and jocks and socks don't interest him at all. He seems to have a penchant for the lacy underwear plain cotton knickers do not him enthral. It leaves a sense of loathing and the girls are somewhat scared, of this fiendish foe who fancies frilly things. All of them are more careful now if going out at night for who knows what horrors night time darkness brings. The next time he comes sneaking into my yard late at night there's a surprise there waiting that he just wont like. I now own a Pit Bull and this bloke had best be quick for she's waiting there to put him on his bike. The local Cop, a burly bloke, is really at a loss to figure out just what is going on. He's lived in town for many years and he knows everybody and he can't pick this bloke out of the throng. And now the stories broken and it's in the local rag which makes us the laughing stock of here about. Some very questionable jokes are touted by the local wag at the bar of the pub each time he shouts. But a funny thing then happened and it seems the jokes on him for Sergeant Bob was following a lead. It appears some torn up underwear was found at the wags gate and some pieces in his garden were perceived. The sergeant did a stake out...more evidence to find and noted stealthy movement round the gate. He quietly watched and listened not sure just who it was. Perhaps it was the wag returning late. But no......an ugly head appeared, a ghastly horned thing with eyes of red and beard of snowy white. and festooned on its head was a pale blue sheer G string with sequins glittering in the pale moonlight. The sergeant looked, and looked again, and then began to shake, with laughter not with fear I must advise. The funniest sight that he had seen for very many years was materializing right before his eyes. Old Willy it seemed had slipped the latch and got out through the gate and taken a small wander into town, sampling on his journey some gardens culinary delights and wore the snagged and frilly garments as a crown. The nasty knicker nicker of Nindigallop had been sprung, and in truth it was the goat called Willy Willy. The local ladies suspicions it would seem were quite far flung the Nindigallop knicker nicker was a Billy.   --------------  by "MAHALIA" (MC) © ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Back to: HOME           Back to: Short Stories