Everything frightens me,
because it's in my body you see.
If you get too many frights,
in the day and in the nights,
it starts to send you quite silly.
Thank God for my aunt Milly!
You see, she saw my terrible plight,
and when things got bad, she'd put them right.
She'd say 'You're a good kid and kind as hell,
but what's to become of you with a mother like her? Well!!'
Tushie 14/8/12
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