"Are these hot potatoes?" our Septimus said,
As he plunged in his hands, till they sizzled and bled.
He did terrible damage to his tongue, throat and teeth,
And the muscles and sinews that all lay beneath.
Poor Sep! He will never chew spuds any more,
For nowadays, he sips them, pureed, through a straw.
(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)
haha... i only use "lol" literally, and this made me lol. poor sep indeed! well done!
ReplyDeleteThis rises to #1 (in my humble opinion) of all the Frances Garrood ditties.
ReplyDeleteWow! Thanks, Helen.
DeleteHahaha! This is great Frances!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSprightly and sharp; well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, kind sir.
DeleteThey're nearly that hot straight out the ground at the moment, Frances.
ReplyDeletePatsy, at the moment, everything's hot, in the ground or out of it. Phew...
Deletesipping soup while bemoaning his fate- so smart Frances! Love it!
ReplyDeleteYes, I do believe these are the famous Hot Potatoes! Funny!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Karen. But it's an odd picture, isn't it?
DeleteThanks for another laugh.
ReplyDeletelol....thank goodness for blenders and sips!
ReplyDeleteOh, blenders...where would we be without them?
DeleteA cautionary tale, indeed!
ReplyDeleteI think he got his just deserts, Jerry, (presumably through a straw).
DeleteHaha ... logical consequences of impetuous behavior ... poor Septimus
ReplyDeleteI feel for Septimus...!
ReplyDeletein the shadows, let it be