There was once a girl without a home;
the tale she told me would fill a tome.
She had no roof for her head,
nor a place to go to bed.
So I said, "Come with me,
rest in my house by the sea.
Emptyhanded she came,
but her tongue was not lame.
"I come from Timbuktu", said she,
"And I have been used horribly..."
"...by the Sheik Abul du Ret,
you never met anyone as awful as him, I bet!"
"I do not ..." I began,
but it mattered not, for her tongue still ran.
"I am a princess, and I must always drink
ginger ale, I think. Or perhaps some tea, or I will cause a stink!"
I am the most patient person I know,
and kindly too, but much too humble to say so."
She spun fantastic tales of emerald isles
and quick escapes from crocodiles.
I marvelled at how quickly she could tell a lie.
She could tell a lie without batting an eye.
And she would fume with indignant ferocity
if you questioned her veracity.
The time came for us to part our way,
and she did not thank me for the stay.
Instead with kicking and screaming,
she talked without any meaning.
As she left my hearing she turned and howled,
"My father the King will have you disembowelled!"
And now with a wry look on my face,
I will think twice before accepting my next charity case!
3 comments:
So, did you ever get any truth from her lips? what is the rest of the story? Just curious.
We were never able to get her to admit that anything that she said was untrue, even when we confronted her with facts. We don't know where she is or who she is. After she left we found out that we could have had the police fingerprint her against her will, but we didn't know that at the time. We searched all kinds of missing persons sites and got in touch with FLPD, but nothing matched. Just pray for her, if you think of it.
How bizarre. I will pray for her.
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