Down the street they went,
Seven children in all with
The LEAST SPRAT
Bringing up the rear
Seven pairs of SABOT shoes,
Mama a SAINT and Papa
Full of good news

Georg’ann

Gliding, almost as if hovering, above the dance floor. She moved with GRACE, as always. Once back in the dressing room she fell FAINT. The hour was late, breakfast had been long ago and the PAINT fumes of the recently redone theater were strong. Martha, a SAINT of an assistant, caught her and then guided her to the light meal waiting.

Heather