Ode to Kate Paris...
At the beautiful wooden table, you will find Miss Kate,
when all is well at about a quarter to eight......
She will have feathers in her hair from the manu in heaven
when all is well at about a quarter to seven....
And she might even cook kai with a fire made from sticks,
when all is well and warm at about a quarter to six...
She'll save you, momentarily, from thoughts of earthquakes and lifes,
and all will be well, at about a quarter to five...
When she turns up to knock at your Nana's lovely door,
Sometime well before a quarter to four....
She will thieve off with you, laughter running down to your knee,
Before te ra has set at a quarter to three...
If you cross her, she'll break the heart of a rubber hedgehog named Sue,
Way, way after bedtime at about a quarter to two...
And to top it all off and cover it with a lamington bun,
She will surely curl up and contently snore at about a quarter to one......
(March 2011)
Italian Phrase of the day: Amo le uova, dalla mia testa giù ai miei piedini - I love eggs, from my head down to my legs....
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