Crone Soup

Every one is ready for a mining adventure except Cronelogical, who being logical as well as closterphobic, has decided to stay at the entrance and cook up some soup for the lunch. She has found a pinch of the limerick, a few over-ripe sonnets, six short stories all with surprise endings, a novelette, a gothic revival spell, a couple of hymns to the morning sun, twenty-two twentieth century neo nursery rhymes and a spy story and mixed them all into a hearty dish to feed the weary searchers when they come out of the dark place below ground. Please be advised to cool Crone’s mixture before tasting.