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GOLDEN ARM:
This is a tale that my Granddad told me,
As I sat as a child on his old bony knee
It isn’t a tale full of joy or of charm,
But a tale full of woe and a stolen gold arm
You should stop reading now if you easily spook
You should stand up and choose
a more friendlier book
a more friendlier book
You should stop reading now if you don’t like to JUMP
Because this is a tale that will make your heart thump
Its starts long ago with poor Montague Law
Who was missing an arm,
when he returned from the war
when he returned from the war
He lost it at battle, defending the KING
Along with his bracelet, his wristwatch and ring
The king was quite grateful, and pulled out his sword
Pointed at Monty – and made him a Lord
Lord Montague Law, the Brave and the bold
I’ll reward you again with an arm made of gold.
And so he returned to his wife and his farm,
With a chestful of medals and a solid gold arm
Where he kept it on show in a special glass box
Next to his trousers, his jumpers and socks
The years soon passed by, and Lord Monty took ill
And despite all the potions and lotions and pills
Old Montague knew that his time had arrived
So he called from his bed for his beautiful bride
The angels are calling, I don’t have much time
And so I am leaving you all that is mine
You can have all that belongs to the farm
As long as you bury me with my gold arm.
Lord Montague’s wife said she’d do what she’s told
And bury her husband along with his gold
But deep down she knew what she could do instead
And instead of the arm, She would bury some bread
That very night, Lord Montague died,
With his wife feeling saddened alone by his side
Then she rolled up her sleeves and brought flour from the barn
And baked through the night, a quite tasty bread arm
Nobody noticed his arm was a dud
If fact they all said that he smelt rather good
As they lowered Lord Montague’s box in the hole
Then left the poor widow alone, unconsoled.
But the tears that she cried were really of glee
She could sell the gold arm for a million or three
And spend all the money on trinkets and rings
A car and a castle and a few other things
She thought of the things that she wanted the most
As she sat at the table eating her toast
She wondered if she had commited a crime
Then decided aloud that the “arm should be mine”
Mmmm the start of something good!
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available as an ebook very soon.... with a few other tales.....
visit http://www.hpmedialtd.com for more updates and info....
Mmmm the start of something good!
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available as an ebook very soon.... with a few other tales.....
visit http://www.hpmedialtd.com for more updates and info....
