Another poem for little kids. About watching for shy and retiring otters.
I love a good pun, me. Who doesn’t? And what better way is there to enliven a dull Monday morning at work than to try and come up with a well-crafted, quality pun?
A poem, designed to scare little girls but which fails on account of them being too damned grown-up these days.
“Women and children can afford to be careless, but not men,” said Marlon Brando’s Godfather. It is indeed as true in al fresco cookery as it is in organised crime.