Sunday, 19 August 2012
A LITTLE JAUNT IN THE FOG
"Oh where have you got to, my dear?"
Shouted Bill, "it's so foggy down here.
I told you that boat
Was unlikely to float,
And I fear you've gone over the weir."
Cried his wife, "don't you fret abut me.
I'm just popping down to the sea.
And if I'm still alive
I'll be home around five,
And I'll bring back fresh herrings for tea."
(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)