In the late 50’s , my father was fond of sitting by the fireplace in his underwear, sometimes with a beer in hand, and reciting verses. Father William, Jabberwocky, and the like from Lewis Carroll were particular favorites, but the verse he recited most often, was this (it exists in many variants):
Little Willie, in the best of sashes,
Fell inn the fire and was burned to ashes.
Soon the room grew cold and chilly,
But no one came to poke up Willy
Little Willies, also known as Grues (which is what m...
Published on February 17, 2015 19:04