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The True Story of Rip Van Winkle


When Mr Van Winkle ,whose first name was Rip,
Decided to give his old woman the slip.
He whistled his dog,:-) He put food in his pack,& Mr Van Winkle he never came back.

Poor Mrs Van Winkle was heard to declare,“It’s only the drink that’s keeping him there” & when he stopped out for the whole of next night, we reckoned that Mrs Van Winkle was right.

But, over the hill, far away from the town,You’ll find an old gardener, jolly & brown. He sings at his work,as he kneels on a sack, And Mr Van Winkle will never go back.

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He must have gone abroad to somewhere sunny, cos I'm not getting very brown here at present. The rain was needed tho'. Poem by R Arkell, as usual.

11 May, 2013


Lovely poem

11 May, 2013


Enjoyed that :o)

12 May, 2013


Lol. Delightful.

12 May, 2013


Glad you liked the poem, Hywel & Mouldy. Your names together sound like an odd business partnership! Perhaps horticultural, or maybe dodgy lawyers. How are your cactus Hywel? Any in flower? The ones I sat on are covered with little pink flowers.

13 May, 2013


Should we be pleased or insulted, Hywel? ;-)

14 May, 2013

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