There once were two threads numbered six Unwittingly we're in a bit of a fix Which one shall I choose? With no hisses or boos I'll do both as I like a good mix.
But will they both even survive Or will one of them take a nose dive? Oh dear, dearie me, I'd even like three! Let each one,and yet more please thrive!
There's a greasy old fat berg in Sidmouth Well known to that region's great sleuth It is all kinds of tat held together by fat Sixty four metres long they say. Streuth!
Let us now turn to something more pleasant On the moors an old poacher released a pheasant Enthralled by the views all around It preened up on the high ground
Let us now turn to something more pleasant On the moors an old poacher released a pheasant Enthralled by the views all around It preened up on the high ground Ensuring it was so obviously omnipresent