One Tuesday three fortunate sisters, Found five chests of silver and gold. But alas, only six short days after, They had wasted a fortune untold. And so seven years later the sisters With just nine pennies left to their name, Shared a dented tin cup And a mangy brown pup And had only themselves to blame.
Welcome to The Conservatory. My name is Winslow Smudge, and these are my thoughts laid bare. You have my permission to wander these grounds at your leisure - feel free to enjoy, ponder or mock (if you must). But please keep in mind that some of these thoughts are quite delicate, and all are very special to me.