. . . being idle thoughts and occasional poems from an idle resident of Montgomeryshire . . .
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Limerick
Not all my poems are serious . . .
The Reverend Archibald Bont once dropped quiet a small child in the font: he cried, "Don't faint or swoon, he'll come up again soon, and I'll dive in meself if he don't!"
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