There was an old codger with piles Who found a cure in some very old files A large bar of soap Attached to a rope Meant he ended his day with big smiles!
There was a young laddie from Preston Who was always asking a question, It was "why?", "when?" or "how?", Or "What happens now?" His questions give me indigestion!
I prefer his young cousin from Bristol, But don't let him near your best crystal With buttery fingers That always lingers, I'll threaten him with my toy pistol!
Summer here on the first of October Maybe the last day of using the mower For the lucky few indeed hopefully not single weed Just hues of red gold and ochre.