There was a young lady named Wong
Who sang many a very sad song.
When they said, “sing something glad!”,
She whacked them with her handbag,
Which was very wrong of Miss Wong!
There was a young lady named Wong
Who sang many a very sad song.
When they said, “sing something glad!”,
She whacked them with her handbag,
Which was very wrong of Miss Wong!
I had an eye consultant called Miss Wong. She never sang to me, nor whacked me with her handbag, I’m glad to say.
I’m glad Miss Wong never whacked you with her handbag as this might have given you a detached retina if she had belaboured you around the head! Perhaps she had a beautiful singing voice. But now you will never know! Thanks for commenting, Vivienne, and I’m glad you enjoyed my poem.