A young lady named white
Came round to mine last night.
There she stood in my bedroom
Scented with the sweetest perfume,
As she deftly changed my light!
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K Morris - Poet 
After she changed your light
She looked such a sight
It was nothing to do with the moon
Or even a new broom
Shocked, she’d had such a fright
Poor Miss White
Indeed, Lorraine. Dealing with anything electrical can be a most shocking experience! Thanks for your comment and making me smile! Kevin