Матильда
Miss Honey
"Thatiscorrect,"MissHoneysaid."Anddoyouhappentoknowwhatthatparticulartypeofpoetryiscalled?"
"It’scalledalimerick,"Matildasaid."That’salovelyone.
It’ssofunny."
"It’safamousone,"MissHoneysaid,pickingupthebookandreturningtohertableinfrontoftheclass."Awittylimerickisveryhardtowrite,"sheadded."Theylookeasybuttheymostcertainlyarenot."
"Iknow,"Matildasaid."I’vetriedquiteafewtimesbutmineareneveranygood."
"Youhave,haveyou?"MissHoneysaid,morestartledthanever."WellMatilda,Iwouldverymuchliketohearoneoftheselimericksyousayyouhavewritten.Couldyoutrytorememberoneforus?"
"Well,"Matildasaid,hesitating."I’veactuallybeentryingtomakeuponeaboutyou,MissHoney,whilewe’vebeensittinghere."
"Aboutme!"MissHoneycried."Well,we’vecertainlygottohearthatone,haven’twe?"
"Idon’tthinkIwanttosayit,MissHoney."
"Pleasetellit,"MissHoneysaid."IpromiseIwon’tmind."
"Ithinkyouwill,MissHoney,becauseIhavetouseyourfirstnametomakethingsrhymeandthat’swhyIdon’twanttosayit."
"Howdoyouknowmyfirstname?"MissHoneyasked."Iheardanotherteachercallingyoubyitjustbeforewecamein,"Matildasaid."ShecalledyouJenny."
"Iinsistuponhearingthislimerick,"MissHoneysaid,smilingoneofherraresmiles."Standupandreciteit."
