QuOtE Of ThE DaY

Monday, 14 September 2009

HiNx MiNx


Hinx Minx, the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry.
Nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, mother and I.
Stick, stock, stone dead,
Blind man can't see;
Every knave will have a slave,
You and I must be he.
Anonymous.

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