She stood upon a stepping
stool to place upon the shelf
up high, two jars, her home made
marmalade: one of cherry, th' other,
orange. Nothing rhymes with orange
in verse, nor even goes now on her toast;
burnt with nurse. An infamous rhyme from
another time. Let us quote: Whilst making
toast by the fire side, Nurse fell into the grate
and died. But what made it ten times worse?
ALL of the toast was burnt with Nurse.
At least when Opal toppled from....
We learn how slips and shards become
related closely with the bum: cherry sweet
and orange, glassy bits, incorporated
so well, so far, so south her wits.