Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

A Nursery Rhyme- Adapted To Fit Present Circumstances

 One, two, buckle my shoe- or alternatively put on wellington boots.

Three, four, shut the door- as one goes out into a mild, unassertively sunny, January morning, 

Five, six, pick up sticks- of which there are a lot on the front lawn, deposited there by a succession of winter storms.

Seven eight, lay them straight- or more precisely in a heap on the bonfire.

Nine, ten- a big fat hen- only for "hen" read "horse" - a specimen of which genus is standing at the water butt emptying it as fast as it can be filled by the hose.

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