Old Tim Finnegan died and
Humpty Dumpty attended his wake
‘I’ve heard me buyo Finnegan fell
From a Ladder,’ Humpty stated plainly
‘Fell right t’rough the mid Air ‘
Just then Finnegan got up and
Drank a whisky toast to all.
Satan was there in his handsomest suit
A dashing fellow dapper and cute
With a Certain panache he stood
Intending to Raise a friendly toast
‘It apears we all fall, don’t we?’
Was all of what he said.
This week the esteemed and distinguished Bartholomew Barker wants us all to use the words….Air, Certain, and Raise…. in hopes of writing a poem. I’ve been trying to take advantage of some major influences of mine~