By 3rd December 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

Venerable elder sister, don’t you see
You had me on, you lied to me.

That’s out of sorts, and very rude
You’re terminological in exactitude

I asked your age, did you decline
NO, you said, you were thirty nine

I know the truth that you can’t hide
Born in the year, Rider Haggard died

This information, gathered, now mine
There is no three, there is no nine

I have none of your guile and none of your craft
I’m younger than you, but I wasn’t born daft

David Killelay

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