When the Ballyhoo Said “howdeedoo,” Well I nearly flapped my tam. And the splendid Fyffe Turned quite skewiff And fell into the jam. Then the Strettle broke From Martha’s yoke And stole my racing-kettle. So I find myself (In rude-ish health) At the corner of Fyffe and Strettle.
Wherein the Author reflects upon certain topical & personal issues of the Day.
The archive for July, 2015
The following lettres were posted during this month:
Posted upon the 21st of July, 2015