THE CHILDREN'S HOUR

GULIELMUS LUNARIUS CAEPIUM BIBACULUS

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The Last Trolley Ride

Our trolley doesn't run no more for
it died last night right outside my door.

“Completely kaputski!” said the sad engineer
as he gently shed a single farewell tear.

We will never again hear the clang of a
bell while the trolley crawls up the hill or the
squeal of brakes when it scampers down.

Our beloved trolley must forever be still
and that sad engineer had to shepherd
his stranded riders back into town.

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A Change In Plans

FOR THE TWINSTERS ON
THE IDES OF MARCH MMXII

The western sky turned a blustery gray
so our riding lesson was cancelled today.

Intelligent equines refuse to trot when
the weather is either too cold or too hot.

The only riders out now are fools upon mules.
We will spend the whole day inside and in school.

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