My Dream
~ Author unknown
I dreamed a dream next Tuesday week,
Beneath the apple-trees;
I thought my eyes were big pork-pies,
And my nose was Stilton cheese.
The clock struck twenty minutes to six,
When a frog sat on my knee;
I asked him to lend me eighteenpence,
But he borrowed a shilling of me.
Beneath the apple-trees;
I thought my eyes were big pork-pies,
And my nose was Stilton cheese.
The clock struck twenty minutes to six,
When a frog sat on my knee;
I asked him to lend me eighteenpence,
But he borrowed a shilling of me.
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Gosh. End of daylight saving and we gained an hour yesterday. Wouldn't it be great to gain an hour EVERY week-end! What a difference that one hour makes. Better not waste it. I'm off early to the coal mine and hope to leave at a respectable hour to collect the offspring instead of skidding in to After School Care at one minute to six, as I usually do. Hopefully we can stay an hour ahead of ourselves all day. This will be a test.
