A Rattling Rhyme
A RATTLING RHYME
Hannah McCustopha, married to Mustapha,
Couldn’t stop chattering, just like her dear Mama.
Yat ta ta Ya ta ta, Na ta ta Na ta ta.
That was the cause of Ma’s parting from her papa.
The feminine side of the family McCustopha,
Famous for talking from New York to Omaha.
Tourists came just to hear them from near and from far.
Tra la la Tra la la, Tra la la Tra la la.
Mustapha finally, tired of her repertoire,
Stowed her away in the trunk of a motor car,
With plenty of food and some tea in a samovar,
And paid a cab driver to drop her in Dacca.
There should have been peace evermore for Mustapha.
But, sadly, he hasn’t achieved it so far.
For every night in his dreams he hears Hannah.
Ya ta ta Ya ta ta, Na ta ta Na ta ta
11th March 2020
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Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2020
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