It's a load of balls anyway
When I was very small, my mother would reassure me about the fears of the night by reciting a little poem:
"From ghoulies and ghosties
and long legged-beasties
And things that go bump in the night
- Good Lord, deliver us"

One Halloween this rhyme backfired terribly on me. The teacher was standing at the blackboard, and asked us to shout out the name of things that frightened us. My six year old self remembered the rhyme and shouted out "Ghoulies!"

You've never heard such a fuss.

Bloody nuns.
(richardm, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 10:52, Reply)