The Morris Dancer
He was a Morris dancer
it was obvious to see
with his white attire
red ribbons of fire
upon his elbow and knee.
You knew when he was home
it was impossible not to hear
the bells on his shoes
which would jangle in twos
Sweet music to one’s ears.
But the highlight of the night
Was when the door went ’click’
And he danced around
both feet off the ground
then bashed you with his stick!
The following piece was written with the prompt of 'fusty dull-brained Malmsey-butt', a phrase created at random from insults Shakespeare used in his plays.
I am old now and feeling quite fusty
(dull-brained as polite folk would say)
But I do like to strut my rotund Malmsey butt
as it shows not a sign of decay!
JT
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