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Nanny Fern O’ Byrne

Nanny+FernNanny Fern O’ Byrne
had many a thing to learn,
like, how to use a butter churn,
or even polish a coffee urn.
For Nanny Fern O’ Byrne
had more urgent concerns…

Like, taking care of Ms. Pippa Hints.
Making extra sure that she
never, never ate too many peppermints…
or ever had any reason to wear
those grim and ghastly shin splints.
For heaven only knows!
She just might meet (ribbit) Mr. Prince.

Yes, the dear old nanny was quite uncanny.
Even though, she never stepped so much as a toe in East Miami!
Poem and illustration by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013 ~