Monday, 16 November 2009


Paid a visit to the tailor's and ran up a bill...

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,
The best man among them durst not touch her tail.
She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,
Run tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.

1 comment:

HeadBurro Antfarm said...

Sir, you look the picture of modern elegance!