One that my Grandma used to tell us - from the days when we had open fires
roaring away in the fireplace, and one would give it a good poke to get it
bruning fiercely again!-
"Little Willy, in the best of sashes,
Fell in the fire, and was burnt to ashes.
By and by the room grew chilly,
But no-one liked to poke poor Willy."
Isn't it silly the things one remembers - the nonsense things, when
important things are gone and forgotten in no time!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
Regards from Liz in Melbourne, Oz
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