Harmaly Mahulagen

by Poetaster

It was on a pleasantly gloomy day,

the sky was dark and stormy grey,

That Harmaly Mahulagen raised her head,

shook herself, and got out of bed,

Looked about and saw a sight

that would give anyone quite a fright.

Her mother stood there in a rage,

impossible to describe on this poor page.

Her mother cried, "Where have you been?

School has started, it's half-past ten!"

Then Harmaly said, "Mom, it's Saturday,

an I am going out to play.

The rain is fresh and sweet,

and I'll play in my bare feat."

Out she went, oh so bold,

and caught ahold of an awful cold.