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"The Nurse's Song"

Postby eskimo13 » Thu May 22, 2008 10:34 am

I read to my children at night when bedtime comes. Tonight we continued with Chapter 9 of the book called "Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator" written by Roald Dahl. We usually read a couple of chapters at a time.

Tonight I got to page 65, on which there's a poem. The title of the poem is "The Nurse's Song". I read it with emotion, smiles and humor as I always do since I am such a good reader of children's books... when the 'audience' is paying attention, that is.

As I was getting into the fourth or fifth paragraph I began to think of today's impending Presidential election. I, of course, have a particular candidate in mind, but I will allow you to nominate your own, as you see fit. Examine:



This mighty man of whom I sing,
The greatest of them all,
Was once a teeny little thing,
Just eighteen inches tall.

I knew him as a tiny tot,
I nursed him on my knee.
I used to sit him on the pot
And wait for him to wee.

I always washed between his toes,
And cut his little nails.
I brushed his hair and wiped his nose
And weighed him on the scales.

Through happy childhood days he strayed,
As all nice children should.
I smacked him when he disobeyed,
And stopped when he was good.

It soon began to dawn on me
He wasn't very bright,
Because when he was twenty-three
He couldn't read or write.

'What shall we do?' his parents sob.
'The boy has got the vapors!
He couldn't even get a job
Delivering the papers!'

'Ah-ha,' I said, 'this little clot
Could be a politician.'
'Nanny,' he cried, 'Oh Nanny, what
A super proposition!'

'Okay,' I said, 'let's learn and note
The art of politics.
Let's teach you how to miss the boat
And how to drop some bricks,
And how to win the people's vote
And lots of other tricks.

Let's learn to make a speech a day
Upon the T.V. screen,
In which you never never say
Exactly what you mean.
And most important, by the way,
Is not to let your teeth decay,
And keep your fingers clean.'

And now that I am eighty-nine,
It's too late to repent.
The fault was mine the little swine
Became the President.


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