THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NEVER TO HONK FOR MY DAUGHTER, ŚLUSARCZYK

I tell you once I tell you a thousand times Ślusarczyk, you son of a fishmonger, you dirty nephew of a czar. You come round here looking for my daughter you walk through the gate, up to the porch, and knock on the door like gentleman.

Then if we let, you can take her out.

Not before.

For now you off my lawn, Ślusarczyk. Malgorzata no go out today.

GORKO RETREAD: Originally published 24 October 2021

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