For Sassy

Tongs of luck

Cherish the one who

Is the foo

Who likes the fong

And not the tong of

China

For it is of the wild world

That we talk and sorrow

Do and it means a long time

Here and not

Fear.

It is not the when but

It is the shut

Of the door that

Make the four

And not the bore of the

Representative hoor and the roor

Of the roor and the red

Is too red and said.

Bye!

 

Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2016/7