Combining two active threads Streets of Laredo and this challenge.

With apologies to any and all.






As I was a walking the streets of old London
A walking in London one cold Winter Day
I spied poor lady astried a small broostick
Her exhausted lips moaned and these words she did say...

Twas once in this saddle I used to sit daily
Mount my great Nimbus, let it carry me away
There was no greater stick either broom or Shillelagh
Till its power was spent it would faithfully play


chrs:   It would vibrate most lowly both faster and slowly
       It suited my pleasure, it suited me fine
       A bored woman's Godsend my Nimbus Two-thousand.
       But the folk of Mattel, discontinued the line.

When I had that rare itch, my own special Quiditch
I played the seeker, my broom was my friend
With deft hands I'd guide it, pretend that I fly it
Till I found the Snitch and I won in the end.

But parts made of plastic though oh so fantastic
No longer transport me, what glories we've seen
Now I'm left to burn it, I won't dare return it
Mattel wouldn't take it, they know where its been.

chrs: (slowly)


Bo