Sunday, January 13, 2008

Wednesdom 01-16-08 - Old Women, Cobwebs and Brooms

There was an old woman tossed in a blanket,
Seventeen times as high as the moon;
But where she was going no mortal could tell,
For under her arm she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I,
Whither, ah whither, ah wither so high?
To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
And I'll be with you by and by.


Apparently, brooms have been the subject of great writing for a very long time.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very well then tis good to know why - wisp every cobweb out of the sky.
Old woman, old woman just do a good job or you'll get sent to town for a corn broom you slob...