Let me tell you all about my friend Rita
She fell in love with a guy named Peter
He made his living as a panel beater
To Rita there wasn't a guy any sweeter
So Rita and Peter went into town one day
Happened to meet Sue along the way
Both of them asked if she was okay
Fair to middling is what she did say
Peter was a cheater and had a roving eye
If ladies were about he certainly wasn't shy
When Rita found out she started to cry
All she could say was why Peter why
As I lay me down to sleep, for the last and final time
I leave you, my daughter, with this testament's chime
No matter the temperature, no matter the weather, no matter the clime
Be it ever so nasty, be it fair-to-middling, or utterly sublime
Be grateful, my darling, for our sun's constancy, rising anew every day
For its steady course through the Heavens toward sunset, wending its way
Appreciate the warmth of a Spring morn and the Autumnal evening glow
Even bone-chilling Winter, huddled round the fire in a cozy chateaux
Thank your lucky stars for Summer's finery midst weather resplendent
View each drop of rain as a scion of its climactic rainbow ascendant
For when you fill your heart with gratitude for what in Nature's indelible
Sure you'll stir the soul of your betrothed with Love un-dispel-able
June 25, 2018
Hugs can be like mangoes
sometimes difficult to disengage.
Some are so worth the effort
others are just fair to middling.
Next, compare cling peaches.
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