Simple Simon

 

Once upon a time in a little English village there was born to two lovely people a little boy. They had waited for this baby and prayed for this baby for a long time. They named him after his Father Simon Whitlsworth  and his grandfather Hessica Pemberthy. Simon Hesica Whitlsworth was a cute and very lovable baby.

They were overjoyed.

But as time went on, though they loved him as much as any parent could love a child it became obvious that he was a little slow. In fact he was what today’s politically correct people might call intellectually challenged and physically challenged as well.

By the time he started school which was a year after most children started he had made a little progress but not much. He was always the worst student in the class. He always lost at any game they played on the playground.

Soon the other children nicknamed him Simple Simon, a nickname that stuck.  They meant it as an insult. He took it as a compliment. He looked it up in the dictionary and saw that it meant “ uncomplicated” and that was him. So he rather liked being called Simple Simon.

Soon everyone in the village referred to him by that title, even his friends.

As time went on everybody came to love Simple Simon. He was one of the nicest , kindest, most helpful, people around. He might be a little slow at getting a task done but he always finished what he started. People knew that if they needed somebody to help them they could count on him.

One day, just after Simple Simon helped Mrs. Gesier  pack up her chickens to take to the fair , he was walking down the road  and

Simple Simon met a pieman,

    Going to the fair.

    Said Simple Simon to the pieman,

    "Let me taste your ware."

     Said the pieman unto Simon,

    "Show me first your penny."

    Said Simple Simon to the pieman,

    "Indeed I have not any."