Beautiful buccaneer?

	My imaginary Johnny always claim he is tough and dangerous - cluck think he doth protest too much *O* But here he is demonstrating disguisted as our darling Jack -o* And of course he got the keys - the silly boy could just have asked *O* But that he claimed wouldn´t be nearly as fun - and he might be right there -o*
Aaaaaaw - shucks ... *O* Prince Gorgeous O'Cutie Pie *o*   THE BIRDIE'S PRINCE CONSORT: You are an awful little birdie, you *o* *takes of Jack's warm clothes* Maybe I better play something romantic for you and any visitors -o*
	Yes, baby *o* "Für Elise" perhaps - or Greensleaves or - or - yes, I'll be quiet and listen *o*   But also cluck that - yes, the real life Johnny Depp claims he can't play the piano! But my totally fictional Johnny can *o* Mmmmmmm *O*   SMILING PIANO PLAYER: Shush now, missy *o*
Johnny and roses do suit one another, cluck thinks *o* ... maybe 'cause at least MY very invented version of the man is Aphrodite's babyboy - the Greek goddess of luv', savvy? Tshee-hee-hee *O* Don't ti-hee-hee-cle me, Mumsy *O*   MUMSY APHRODITE: Oh, yes, I will *o* It's fun, little cluck-bird *O*
	A-hmm ... *o* More roses for my darling little god of love *O* And me in my best fur almost tipping over because the bouquet is a bit too big for a Teddybear of that size ... But I did get a big smile so forgetaboutit *O*