My aunt Penny gave me a penny to purchase a pen.
I lost the pen on my way to Wobbly Shire.
For I gambled with an owlish-looking hen
That cajoled me after a pint of brewed rye.
What will I tell my dear aunt Penny?
My excuses are wobbly always;
For I cannot lie. Maybe I'll buy sherry
To make her sleep for many days.
Then, afterwards, she will forget to chide me.
Next time I see the henny that took my penny,
She will be in the soup which will make all happy.
Aunty Penny, care for a tall glass of sherry?
©️ William Warigon
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