Once, a time ago, there was a sportful boy,
Happy with his wheel-shaped toy
He jested at ropes with his brother dear,
Playful tugging, feigned fear
His mother, his auntie and older sis,
Sipped tea, knowing naught amiss
The play-yard was so full that day, of boys,
Of girls, of bright gleeful noise
Before the house two “Roaring Girls” stood fast,
To end with swords quarrels past
Behind the house, a pond well stocked with fish,
Which witches fed a savoury dish
The sewing-matron with switch kept time,
Striking girls who stitched off-line
In the parlour, the heavy heads of state,
Gambled in games reprobate
An urchin starved, bound fast to the front gate
Whilst in the house they laughing ate
And all in line they danced with spiteful joy
Unknown to boys, or girls, or toy
The End
Told in Questionable Meter
By a Questionable Author
