Monday, 9 April 2012

The Gift.

Veterans of this blog might remember the near-obsession I once had with writing ditties around the name of Mandalay. Well, it’s back for some reason. Only don’t blame me for what follows, ’cos somebody threw it all into my head in one go, and it was written in as long as it took to type it. I’ve no idea who thought it up.

A China girl came skipping
Down the road from Mandalay
She said ‘My English sailor boy,
I’ve come to make your day.’
I said ‘But how, young pretty lass,
I’ve not the means to pay.’
She said ‘No, no. I’m yours for free.
I’m yours to take away.’

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