Round
and round
and round
and…
round
the rugged rock
the ragged rascal ran.
“Why am I doing this?” asked the rascal
of himself.
“I’m going to wear myself to a…
well, cinder, might be the word.”
The rascal considered the word ‘cinder’
as the rugged rock
was ran around
again
and again.
“Or run myself ragged?”
hypothesised the tiring rascal.
Unknowing that the ragged rascal
was already at that stage.
“Phew!” gasped the ragged rascal.
Then the ragged rascal caught site of the quick brown fox who was jumping over and over and over
the lazy dog.
“The world we inhabit is such a strange place!” called the ragged rascal to the quick brown fox.
“Yes, very strange indeed!” agreed the quick brown fox.
The lazy dog just carried on with his idleness.
Graeme Sandford 