I've just received the poof copy of my book from Lulu. I am so pleased with it. Thank you Lulu and thank you
Ken for making the PDF of my cover.
Here's a poem from the book. I am now 83 years old and this happened in my twenties when for a short while I was a governess to the Baroness Leto Silvestri.
The Con-man"Can I carry your bag?" the young man asked
As I struggled in Italy.
I'd left my post as a governess
With the Baroness Leto Silvestri.
Now stranded in this beautiful place,
I didn't know what to do.
With so little cash, I felt quite sad.
I really hadn't a clue.
"I want an hotel," I quietly said,
"One that's clean and not very dear."
"I know just the place," the young man said,
"Come follow me right up here."
So we went to the room and he left the bags
And I went to the owner and said,
How much is the price of this Venice hotel?"
I wanted to drop down dead
When he quoted a price so very high,
I knew I must leave this place,
But his wife now came and shouted out loud
With an angry and raging face,
"You have had your fun and now cough up,
Or I'll call the cops straight away.
I trembled and cred, "But I haven't the cash."
"Well get it you've just got to pay."
I lay on the bed dejected and sad
A conman had carried my bag.
"What a world." I sighed and shed a few tears
That woman was such an old hag.
I cabled my father and borrowed some cash.
When I paid them I told them I knew,
That they'd hired the conman to lure folk right there,
Then I left with that jibe and withdrew.