In the bracing cold of an Outback winter
The teacher, Miss Jessie, sat on a splinter
But worse was to come when she saddled her horse
She signalled her agony to us using Morse
The teacher, Miss Jessie, sat on a splinter
But worse was to come when she saddled her horse
She signalled her agony to us using Morse
Up here, things are different,
ReplyDeleteas it is our summer,
Driving our Honda,
instead of a Hummer,
Fireflies flitting about,
above the bogs,
While distant friends
join thru our blogs.
You have a great sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading your blog very much.
Wow, your talent and creativity are astounding.
ReplyDeleteSherry at EX Marks the Spot
Your blog has become one of my favorites...great writing.
ReplyDeleteLMAO oh that's a classic David. Sorry I've been absent, but took a blog sabbatical due to family health concerns back home and then a vacation. But I'm back now :-)
ReplyDeleteLove your wit :-)
ReplyDeleteSummer in England and the States so thanks for the timely reminder!
ReplyDeleteCheers
dot....dot...dot...dash, dash, dash ...dot...dot...dot
ReplyDeleteouch!!!!
ReplyDeleteROFL, David! Poor girl! I wince at the thought of her horse changing its pace from a walk to a trot.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Haha..good one David. Been a while since I've been here.
ReplyDeleteHere's my version:
In the bracing heat of a dusty desert summer
Without provocation Jessie felt like a bummer
Worse was to come when she saddled her Arabian horse
For far away in the desert it threw Jessie down with repulsive force
LOL David,and as usual, your title is great too!
ReplyDeleteHahahahahhahaha!! enJOY your day!
ReplyDeletehaha. too funny. hopefully she did not signal on the side of the horse as she may end up very far away!
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