Thursday Morning Cup O’Chiefs
With apologies to Agatha Christie, here’s a version of her children’s poem Ten Little Indians.
Call it the 12 Little Chiefs:
Twelve Little Chiefs taken in the draft,
One smoked a toke and eleven were left.
Eleven Little Chiefs, taken in the draft,
One showed up heavy and ten were still left.
Ten Little Chiefs, taken in the draft,
One never got [...]
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