Royalty Boiled

Crossing the park that sits next to my house this afternoon, I spied some eye candy letting his Spaniel have a bit of a runaround .  As I reached within 'phwoar' distance of him, the little mop-head ran over to say hello and while doing so I thought I'd attempt to impress by letting loose some drivel of my own.
 
      " What a beauty of a King Edward your dog is,"   I said, as I fussed over it.        
 
       He gave a wry grin and replied,  " A King Edward is a potato, but thanks anyway."
   

 I may not be the first to have had one's Kings mixed up during reference to Spaniel breeds, but for that brief moment before correcting myself I felt a right Charlie!


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