Sunday, 14 July 2013
"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)