"Ashes!!!?" we all exclaimed in unison. "Where do they get the ashes from?" asked Dave.
It all came flooding back to me, a non-sensical rhyme that had been buried within my head for maybe 30 years.
"From Mrs. Nash", I answered. "They get the ashes from Mrs. Nash". The other looked at me quizzically. "You have never heard that one?" I asked. The other three shook their heads.
Apparently the lyrical waxing the of the poet laureate from Steil never made it to Texas. I laid out the rest for them:
From Mrs, Nash's
Instant classic, the laughter resounded for several minutes. Search Google, it is not there. So for posterity, Beirne Brightly has now archived Bollocks the Bore* and Six Asses. They will never be forgotten while Google keeps blogs.
* See entry May 11, 2012