Poem for her 293

Dear Readers,



Fid Faddle Fiddle and the Toad.


Fid was a bit tired today
He'd had a long night
She was at home
They were apart
He was at work
The faddle had a Fiddle and his boss
The Toad
Was mad
Mad toads with fiddled faddles was bad
Mad bad fiddles was toaded too
The toad told him to get the fiddle fised
Yes sir fiss the fiddle
I mean do the faddle fixed the fiddle fissed
um hey boss
Can I go home please
No
Okay can I call her at home
No
um could I get a break
NO
Okay I quit
good bye

And thus Fid
was now a retired
fiddle faddle toad told off fix


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.