Mother, I cannot change my tyre;
The jack is jammèd in the boot;
O, if you knew my state of ire!
But O, who e're could care a hoot?
No longer shall I have such doubts-
About dear Ronald's wherewithal.
I'll tolerate his angry shouts° °clouts
And always heed his beck and call.
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Parody © Mirino. Image (modified) by unknown photgrapher, with thanks. February, 2013
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