...Then it must be time for some different nonsense!
Farmer Duddle had a fiddle,
But he dropped it in a puddle.
When the fiddle wouldn't function,
Farmer Duddle was befuddled.
Now the farmer favors riddles
Over fickle, feeble fiddles
And it happened in the Downy Wood.
Miss Eliza had a lover
With an angry, grumpy mother.
Miss Eliza's love was clever
And escaped across the river.
There he married his Eliza
With what house and goods he gathered,
And it happened in the Downy Wood.
Little Lee was hit by thunder
When the sky was torn asunder.
It made mostly all to wonder
At his loving mother's blunder.
But the child was fine at that,
(And was even rather fat)
And it happened in the Downy Wood.
Farmer Duddle's father Froddle
Wouldn't walk, but only waddle.
Widely wandering, ever talking,
He'd stop by and tell tried twaddle.
Well, the neighbors held a council
And they told him, "listen, scoundrel,
If you hold your mouth the hound will."
Well, it happened in the Downy Wood.
I have no words.
ReplyDeleteOther than these: Getting hit by thunder isn't that remarkable. It happens to me multiple times every time it storms, and it probably also happens equally often to everyone local to the storm that doesn't live in a soundproof box.