The steeple on our parish church <br />Has a crooked twisted spire <br />Our vicar tried to put it straight <br />With springs he’d made from wire <br /> <br />He wrapped them round and round the spire <br />Got the tension nearly right <br />But the springs went twang the spire went bang <br />And it bounced off out of sight <br /> <br /> <br />© 2008 David Threadgold <br />Rambling Riddles & Rhymes<br /><br />David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-aspirations/
