Number 97, Mind Your Own Silly Business!

Mind Your Own Silly Business!

“Help me, help me, please!”, cried Emma,
On the horns of a dilemma!

She’d been busy selling whelks,
On the backs of something elks.

But the elks had been aloof,
Since she was trading on the hoof.

She’d tried to get the ears of those
In power, with money on the nose!

But every time she made a bribe,
She upset members of her tribe,

Though as the chooks came home to roost,
Sales of eggs gave her a boost.

Mail order was the way to go,
But whelks, like snails, are very slow.

All in all it was a mess,
And whelks were selling less and less.

Emma knew the time was nigh,
To give a different thing a try.

The time had come for something gnu;
And this is what she’d have to do;

She’d leave and move away out east,
And try her hand at wildebeest.


© Stephen Saunders