Ok this week the Mad Miss wants us to do poetry its ok for her sat in her secure cell ( surely she is not allowed out in public with her level of madness) where are we supposed to drum up a poem ?
I don’t do poetry .
Ok well if you insist I will do my best
The words we were given are I am not a chicken
Chicken should have been my name
Heaven help me as a chicken
I never knew till older what a choice
Castle is a much better surname
Keeping my name as I go along
Even tho I am divorcing will be going back to Castle
Now I’m no chicken
This does not rhyme at all but hope you enjoy now off to see the mad mistress in her cell please pop in and visit but remember any cake will be checked for nail files we do not want her escaping do we ?