Hello again, my dear friends. As a gift, I offer to you yet another one of my amusing rhymes. Yes… I’ve been on a bit of a roll lately and though I realize quantity does not equate with quality, it is what it is. Some of my readers have pointed out that a few of my most recent ditties have had a definite point of view… preaching, so to speak, from the altar of Stash. Well… as Monty Python used to say, “Now… for something completely different.” Hope you enjoy.
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A Modern Day Fairy Tale
Jimmy didn’t want to go to school
But Mama said he’d be a fool.
So, to please her,
He went.
Jim danced through every grade
C’s and D’s were the marks he made.
An underachiever…
But he got by.
Jim grew up and took a bride.
He, with Sheila by his side…
Moved to Woodstock
And took up art.
Jim decided he would try to paint
But the smell of tempera made him faint!
Bad choice…
Time to alter his focus.
Jim got a hammer and a rock.
Now Jimmy put on a sculptor’s smock
But chiseling still didn’t
Put him in the chips.
So Jim got himself a pile of clay.
It wasn’t work… more like play.
But spinning vases, bowels and such
Could not pay his monthly rent.
Taking the last dollar from his pottery,
Jim bought a ticket at the lottery.
Fat chance…
But what do you know?
He won!!
Mama said Jimmy would be a fool.
It happened…
Even after attending school.
Yep, a fool… and everyone agreed….
But a very rich one… yes indeed.
And as they say…
Jimmmy and Sheila lived happily ever after.
The End
Stash