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As the dark, snow-laden clouds gather overhead, and the piercing cold of winter penetrates the joints and marrow, I would like to share with one and all, an inspirational poem, handed on to me from my dear lamented father-in-law, who was to poesy what Ghengis Khan was to social work.
I was reminded of it in the cold, dark hours of last night, after a good curry.
You are invited to add your own wise words, to this thread.
(Clears throat.)
(Strikes dramatic pose: left hand on heart, head turned to the right, right hand and eyes raised to the heavens.)
"in Memory of Herbert Templeman Rooke"
The F*rt
The f*rt it is a wond'rous thing,
It gives the body ease.
It warms the bed on frosty nights,
And chloroforms the fleas.
I thank you.
Dusty.
I was reminded of it in the cold, dark hours of last night, after a good curry.
You are invited to add your own wise words, to this thread.
(Clears throat.)
(Strikes dramatic pose: left hand on heart, head turned to the right, right hand and eyes raised to the heavens.)
"in Memory of Herbert Templeman Rooke"
The F*rt
The f*rt it is a wond'rous thing,
It gives the body ease.
It warms the bed on frosty nights,
And chloroforms the fleas.
I thank you.
Dusty.