Helmar’s Handbag

Helmar’s Handbag He carried it with him wherever he went, From inside came nickels and dimes which he spent. But that wasn’t all he carried in his bag, It was his whole life, since he’d turned scalawag. Pictures, trinkets and a tube of red lipstick, His life now nothing but a nasty limerick. There’s a … Continue reading Helmar’s Handbag