There was a young lady called Balinda
Who’s mother asked that fire she bringa.
The match it caught
On the new dress she bought
And Balinda was burned to a cinda
There was a young lady called Balinda
Who’s mother asked that fire she bringa.
The match it caught
On the new dress she bought
And Balinda was burned to a cinda
The squire’s desire,
Sets the housemaid on fire.
Her father,
Gets in a lather.
While the carpenter Able,
Builds a cradle.
Oh young ladies, beware the dangers of waiting at table!
Prior to getting my first guide dog more years ago than I care to remember, I used a long white cane as a mobility aid and to prevent accidents. I still possess a cane, however I now rarely use it preferring the services of my trusty steed (sorry guide dog Trigger). The below post by a visually impaired lady about her white cane is extremely funny and resonates with me, http://doublevisionblog.com/2015/07/26/white-cane-in-hand-a-parody-of-green-eggs-and-ham/.
Kevin
An angel dressed in white
appeared to him at night.
filled the dark hours with delight
then came the morning light
she vanished in a trice
Venus in furs,
The populace stirs.
“How can a chap so plain,
One lacking a brain,
And so incredibly vane,
A goddess obtain?”
The people declaim.
The reprobate sighs,
“Tis money that buys,
The look of love in her eyes”.
The man a mermaid caught.
Together they did cavort.
Their love was dearly bought.
It ended up in court
Dozing at my computer, pondering on what to write. Oh for a dreamless, refreshing sleep tonight!
The below is dedicated to the person who rang me at halfpast 2 this morning from a withheld number.
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Why do you ring me at halfpast two? Tell me, please do.
The sound of my mobile echoing around, dragging me from sleep profound.
I answered the phone, no one there, cursing inwardly I return to my lair.
Whoever you are, whatever you do, refrain from calling me at halfpast two!