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Beware the Coming of the Minx

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She’s not averse to forty winks But afterwards she wakes and blinks And to her privy corner slinks As enigmatic as the Sphinx She sits atop her tray and thinks Up some mischievous new high jinks The sound of Mum preparing drinks Dad washing dishes in the sinks “So tired of waiting” wail the Kinks This rings a bell with hungry Minx Who from her empty food bowl shrinks As ice in Bombay Sapphires clinks It’s not the time for forty winks Young mice frolicking in the pinks Beware the coming of the Minx!

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Jan Allison

Date: 7/8/2017 11:30:00 AM

what a charming rhyme Alexander:-) You could post a pic of Minx with your poem I'd love to see her:-) hugs Jan xx

Alexander Blackie
Date: 9/8/2017 9:53:00 AM

Hi, Jan, sorry for the long delay in replying (life got in the way as well as my lack of computer sophistication!). Anyway, I've recorded an audio and included a picture of the mythical beast. Thank you for your kind words and imaginary hugs! Very Best Regards, Alex