The Peeler is writing a pome;
The Lamplighter’s painting a ‘Sunrise at Sea,’
Resplendent with madder and chrome.
“The dignified Duchess is washing the hearth,
The Matron’s embroidering a scarf;
While the Peeler is writing this lyrical ode
In hopes that the others will larf.
“Why, that’s fine, Betty; I’m proud of you!” cried Marjorie; but Betty only said, “Pooh, that’s nothing; read the next page.”
So Marjorie read:
“TO NAN