Whose Child?

Howdy all ~~ I hope all is well in your world, as it is in mine.

Thank you for comments for recent posts. Glad I find a few

things to interest you, and hope to repeat that feat tonight.

Yes, it is Thursday night here, 8.45 pm. 15^th June. This first

piece is by Author Unknown. I liked it.

Whose Child is This?

“Whose child is this?” I asked one day

Seeing a little one out at play.

“Mine”, said the parent with a tender smile

“Mine to keep a little while.

To bathe his/her hands and comb his/her hair,

To tell him/her what he/she is to wear,

To prepare him/her that he/she may always be good,

And each day do the things he/she should”.

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“Whose child is this?” I asked again,

As the door opened and someone came in,

“Mine”, said the teacher with the same tender smile

“Mine, to keep just for a little while,

To teach him/her how to be gentle and kind,

To train and direct his/her dear little mind,

To help him/her live by every rule,

And get the best he/she can from school”.

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“Whose chid is this?” I asked once more,

Just as the little one entered the door.

“Ours”, said the parent and the teacher as they smiled,

And each took the hand of the little child.

“Ours to love and train together,

Ours this blessed task forever.”

<><><><><><> Joke of The Day. <><><><><><>

This old man who decided his equally elderly wife was getting

hard of hearing, so he called her doctor to make an appointment for a test.

The doctor said he could see her in 2 weeks, but meantime there was a simple test the husband could do to give the Dr some idea of the problem.

“Here’s what you do,” said the doc. “Start about 20m away from her, speak in a normal conversational tone and see if she

hears you. If she doesn’t, go 15 m, then 10m and so on until

you get a response.”

So that evening, she’s in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he’s at the far end of the house. “Honey, what’s for supper?” he says

and gets no response. So he moves a bit closer: “Honey what’s

for supper?” No response.

So he moves into the dining room, only 5m away. “Honey, what”s for supper?” No response.

To the kitchen door, only a couple of metres away.

“Honey, what’s for supper?” No response.

So he walks right up behind her, “Honey, what’s for supper?”

“For the fifth time! Chicken ! You deaf old bugger.”

<><><><><> Knights in Strife on Staircases. <><><><><>

Spiral staircases in medieval castles run clockwise. Why?

Well it’s because all knights used to be right-handed.

When the intruding army climbed the stairs, soldiers would

not be able to use their right hand ~~ which was holding the

sword~~because of the difficulties of climbing the stairs.

Left-handed knights would have no troubles, but left-handed

people could never become knights because it was assumed that they were descendants of the devil.

<><> I read that in the paper & thought it was interesting.<><>

<><><> And one more joke and then Godnight !! <><><>

This blonde decided she wanted to go ice fishing.

While trying to cut through the ice and get her fishing rod in

the water, a booming voice called out to her from the sky.

“There’s no fish in there,” it rumbled.

The blonde looked up astonished, and after a shocked pause

whispered: “Is that you, God?”

“No,” the heavenly voice replied.

“This is the owner of the ice skating rink, and there’s no fish

in there.”

Cheers, Merle.

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