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Matilda
Matilda
made such dreadful prints, In
spite of all our help and hints,
We
feared her monthly tries might send
Unwitting judges round the bend.
Her
focusing was just a guess,
Her
negatives a dusty mess,
She
never made a trial strip
But pressed the switch and let it rip.
She
dunked the prints in stone-cold brew,
Then
stuck them to a board with glue,
And
worst of all, you must agree
She paid no heed to G D C.
What,
readers, would you judge the fate,
Deserved
by such a reprobate?
What
punishment would you impose
On one committing crimes like those?
The
Council pondered retribution,
And
came up with the one solution
The
wretch, at last, deserves your pity.
They put her on the House Committee
“Ko-ko”
1987 |