Tuesday, December 2, 2014


The story is well known: on a hot day
St. Brigid unfastened her cloak
And hung it on a sunbeam.
The beam was astonished; "I have crossed
96,260,000 miles,
(Give or take the odd foot or three),
Through trackless space at unthinkable speed
Only to find myself at last a coathook?"
"Don't blame me," said the cloak;"I had every intent
Of falling in a heap to the ground, perhaps
Picking up some dirt and leaves while there
But who has it in them to say no to Brigid?"

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