An ode to the cane

Well in all technical literary ways, not an ode but a ditty.

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All other toys are quite inferior

For warming up a cold posterior

So swish it down

And soon you’ll find

A lovely roasting glow behind

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I wish that I could claim credit for that but if I did, I would be lying. It was converted from a more vanilla rhyme that I saw in an old film, The Ship That Died of Shame.

Thanks to Devlin O’Neill’s Web Log & Poppy’s Too and Ariel Anderssen/Amelia Jane Rutherford, for some of the images used in this post.

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