little sally liked to party
be it swift and be it hearty
jimmy was a fearsome lad
who feared the joy that sally had
day and night, spring or fall
little sally loved it all
while jimmy sat locked in his room
o'er head a cloud of sorrow and gloom
and then one day little sally came
to bring jimmy to her game
and to the rave she'd swiftly skip
ignoring Jimmy's querulous lip
but jimmy was a perturbed boy
who shunned the thought of glee and joy
who looked at life with an angry leer
and saw all fun and games with fear
but to the dancefloor he was drug
and flopped like flatskinned old bear rug
and there it was poor jimmy cried
and out of fear, the hedonophobic died....
Author notes
Just the end result of a private challenge to my dear sister de juer, Era Umbra
The cow goes Moo!
Comments
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WHOOT
MY MY MY Poor lil' Jimmy... that was amazing! I laughed out loud! LOL! -smiles still chuckling- That was the funniest and quickest write! Well Done! Such a talent! I bow in awe! May the Muse have pity upon me! -HUGS-
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