"Little Jim" - The Restorer's's Dying Maytag - by JW² (with apologies to Edward Farmer)
Part 3 of 4
He thought that Jim was dying This thing he loved so dear Had uttered these last words That he might ever hope to hear.
The workshop door was opened, The scrapman's steps were heard, The owner and the scrapman met - Yet neither spoke a word.
He knew that all was over; He knew his 'Tag was dead. He took the money in his hand And walked out of the shed.
His quivering lips gave token Of grief he failed to conceal To see his wife had joined him So the stricken couple kneel.
With hearts burdened down with sadness She humbly asks, with him In Heaven once more to meet again Their own poor little Jim.
Dear Reader, please do not dispair. There WILL be a happy ending . . . =====
"Little Jim" - The Restorer's's Dying Maytag - by JW² (with apologies to Edward Farmer)
Part 4 of 4
But hark! What's that? Around the back, That smokey puttering hymn! The scrapman cometh - and what's he brought? He's fetched back Little Jim!
The scrapman wants his money back. (Cough) "Jim runs OK. (Cough) I do not mind a joke - (He's all choked up inside) "But even scrapmen have their pride." Cough cough - his lungs are filled with smoke.
"But - you said Jim runs?" She waits his slow reply - He answered back twixt resp'ratory attacks, "To make it go, I thought you'd know, (Cough) PULL OUT DAVE'S BLOODY AXE!"
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Now it's Goodnight from me and Goodnight from Jim.
JW²