Happy Birthday – last year of your 40s

Hi there Bro, Its been a strange year. I’m sure you’d have plenty to say about it – War, Pandemic, Crazy Politics – but probably would have gone back to the old faithful. Poetry, literature and arguments and the arts. Wish I could raise a glass and argue and chat…..plus I’d love to watch you get older…….

“SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head.”
Thus the prudent brother said.

“Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?”
Thus his sister calm replied.

“Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I’d make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth”

The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, “Only try!”

Off to the cook he quickly ran.
“Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can.”

And wherefore should I lend it you?”
“The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew.”

“What meat is in that stew to go?”
“My sister’ll be the contents!”
“Oh”
“You’ll lend the pan to me, Cook?”
“No!”

Lewis Carroll, 1832-1898

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