There once was a young lady named Leigh
Who composed rhyming poetry whilst climbing a tree.
But her hands did slip
Causing a fractured right hip.
And a critic to praise Leigh’s fine poetry!
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K Morris - Poet 
What’s the critic doing up the tree…
That question has puzzled philosophers and other great minds, Ivor. Some speculate that he was in search of eternal life. Others that fruit was his object. Whilst there is also a wicked rumour circulating that the critic had romantic designs on Leigh. The truth is, I have no idea!
Then curiosity will keep an open mind 😊
Indeed it will, Ivor. Kevin