1277. Chimes and charm
© Bruce Goodman 5 April 2018
Little D’Arcy was only four, but he could tell the time. His mother’s clock would chime and D’Arcy would count out loud: ONE TWO THREE EIGHT! ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE EIGHT! It was always eight o’clock.
Oh! He was soo cute. His parents would bring him out as a bit of entertainment when they had guests. ONE TWO THREE EIGHT!
“Oooh he’s soo cute!” exclaimed the guests. “Oh what a delightful boy!”
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE EIGHT!
These days D’Arcy is all grown up. It’s a shame his parents were too busy to do anything about his lisp.