Ephrata? Again?!

It’s that name again. It just keeps on cropping up whether I want it there or not. It insists on jumping jovially into my head and saying ‘Ditty please!’ I can’t resist it, even though I know posts directed at a particular individual are maybe verging on the impolite. So, please do excuse me indulging the insistent little imp.

The Lady Ephrata,

There’s nobody greater

At dishing the dough as a bagel shop waiter.

But what’s really neat

And not easy to beat:

She can hop, step and jump a cool thirty-plus feet.

So, Lady Ephrata.

Let no one berate her

For slapping me heartily, sooner or later.

It is my blog, isn’t it? And I have had a drink now, just a small one so far.