There was a youn lady called Pru Who declared she had nothing to do
So she set about putting it right And got into a bit of a fight
You see she wanted to make it clear That she had nothing to hide and nothing to fear
She was incredibly rude and loud What she said hung in the air like a heavy cloud
She wanted to set up a stall, selling buttons to one and all She seemed to have found her call
But she said to a woman who purchased six small ducks That the woman was bang out of luck
For small was not her size From her hips to her big blue eyes
She continued with her speech That made it clear, small was out of the woman's reach
The woman began to cry Pru began to sigh
People began to gather Everyone got in a bit of a lather
A gentleman happened by And asked Pru why?
Why did she feel the need, to put the woman down? Pru began to consider and began to frown
That was not her intention, she was misunderstood She had just meant that small was no good for the woman's hood
Pru and the woman shook hands The council provided a band
Someone brought scones and jam for afternoon tea And everyone sat down to eat at about half past three
Now Pru and the woman are friends And this short story is soon to end
But first I just wanted to say
Thanks for reading, have a good day