Apparently I've caused Foadie to develop a fetish for a flannel-clad Larry Mullen Jr. because of a pathetic poem I wrote a week or so ago:
Young (or seemingly so) Larry was nestled all snug in his bed
Coincidentally Foadie was there. Lawrence scratched his head.
"Listen" he said with a Mullen-y snarl
"You gotta git oot, unflannely garl!
How can I sleep when yar tryin to
take away me flannel? I LOVE it, don't you?"
Then Foadie gave in and had to admit
"I never wanted you like THAT, not one bit!"
Larry just snarled and folded up
his flannel collar and Foadie went *THUD*
Early next morning when Foadie awake
Larry lay draped like a flannely cake!
NOW I'm starvin' Foadie sighed in the dark
But she didn't dare lay a hand on his arse.
Instead she lay still and basked in the flannel.
Mona doesn't know what rhymes with flannel.
The Grinch gave Christmas back to Foadie and Larry
and every Christmas Larry was soft soft soft soft...and never ever hairy.
FLANNELY CAKE? I'm so embarrassed. But since then, I DID figure out what rhymes with flannel. Inter-pantal.