One day, one rhyme- Day 1228
Old Merriwa was short and stout
And she’d a laugh that well stood out.
A throaty, crackling, loud guffaw
That was a laugh, and so much more!
It started low and deep, then grew
Into a higher chortling coo,
As if a kookaburras call
Merged with robust waterfall,
And each had heard a joke so fun
It simply couldn’t be outdone.
Yes, old Merriwa Valentine
Was a great favourite of mine.