Let me tell you a little story, of a boy called Ned
He was they say from a far away place called, Birkenhead
He had some good friends called: Fred, Red and also Ted
And they were so poor, they didn't even own a bed!
Ned loved his small town even when he was so bored
Who can blame him?The town was so creepy,it was almost dead
There wasn't a single park where after school he could had fled
Not even a library with a single book to read!
Sure it wasn't much joy or fun at all, for him to spread
Not even with toasted peanut-butter and jellied bread
Most of the time he had to sleep in a barn or the shed
With all the fleas,horses,cows and the sheep in the stead.
Every morning poor Ned woke up with a stiff and sorehead
He just wanted to be well-read and well-bred
But he didn't know a book at all how to read
So he went around stutter...rrr..ring and feeling like a total Pinhead.
So one day Ned decided some for himself and made a pled
To leave right away his much beloved homestead
And take also with him his dear friends,Fred,Red and Ted
To a much better and happier place so they went instead to West Quoddy Head.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
