All praise for faithful women,
Whose toilet bowls did squeak,
Who mastered the persimmon,
Who taught the babies Greek,
Who knew crochet from knitting,
Who wigged not out when stressed;
Let us raise props befitting,
Then get that cassock pressed.
You're next.
7 comments:
"wigged not out" lol
Thanks for the wonderful beginning to my morning. I think I will be humming this all day long ;)
Crazy mad props for persimmon mastery. I'm still working on mastering the banana.
I so miss persimmon pudding.
I haven't had to master them yet; the babies keep getting to Dad's bags before I do.
I missed this post! Way to make my night! :)
In think of this every time we sing "By All Your Saints in Warfare",(as we did last Sunday for James) and then I giggle a bit.
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