| The sun was shining yesterday,
so Harry thought he'd go and play. Out came the kites the reels and line, Spring is here and Harry's fine. He'd packed his sandwiches and a flask, When a voice said "I won't bother to ask, I suppose your going to fly your kite, and won't be back till late tonight." Mable sat down in the chair, ran her fingers through her hair, thought she'd take a cursory look at Harry's favourite kiting book. Quite enthralled she sat there reading not noticing that time was speeding. She suddenly rose and with a shrug, realised she'd caught the kiting bug. Surreptitiously she made a call, Dear KITEABILITY,"I want it all, enough stuff for me to make a kite, I've got the bug, I dream of flight. Ripstop, spars and balls of string swivels, nocks, just everything some spray adhesive to help with sewing I'll do it without Harry knowing I'll make a kite that will enthrall, They'll gape in wonder, one and all, Harry will wonder at my agility, I'll simply reply THANKS KITEABILITY Now I will no longer dally, I'll be out flying with old Harry, as fine a pair as you will see with the designer lable KITEABILITY." |