Ladles and Jellyspoons

This is a really quirky and nonsensical poem Hafsa told me about so I went and looked it up on Google…

I come before you to stand behind you

And tell you something I know nothing about

Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,

there will be a Mothers meeting, for Fathers only.

Wear your best clothes if you haven’t any,

and if you can come, please stay at home.

Admission’s free pay at the door.

Take a seat and sit on the floor.

It makes no difference

where you sit

The man in the gallery’s sure to spit.