Prior to eating a yummy supper, my wife and I made up songs. I played guitar and sang a song to her, in Spanish, about a bandit who wore a sombrero and ordered many items from the Taco Bell menu. The heroine in the song did not like the bandit very much. It was Saturday.
Mrs. Mellow sang a song in French while I played guitar. Her song was about how she liked many fruits and vegetables. And how she stuck them up her nose. In the chorus, she sang about being a beautiful girl who enjoyed sticking a casserole up her nose.
It was great fun all around. We have mad skillz when it comes to making up songs in foreign languages.
