When I was a very small child I was always so meek and so mild I did all I was bidden And kept my thoughts hidden Those around me I charmed and vehicles
There was an old parson in Frome Now stuck in this Old people`s home With escape plans in place He had the good grace To write his farewell in a pome (poem)
A young man from London called Cedric Had the great ambition to become a medic. He studied for years To care for old dears They all said he was such a tonic.
Talking about Meghan and her Ascot attire? Harry agrees she sets the world on fire Is she just a clothes horse I doubt this of course, Whatever she does, not all will admire.
Surely Trump cannot last much longer? Or is his support getting stronger As he is no friend of mine No question of going to dine What if perhaps he was a little younger?
When I grow up what shall I be There are so many options open to me Ballerina or pilot? Mine might cause a riot 'Cos I'd like to fill the Trump vacancy.