He fell from the tree to the ground Paul had ear muffs, didn`t hear a sound He found Saul all of a heap He was having a weep, Climbing is dangerous , he found
He suggested they purchase a rabbit But don`t start to make it a habit, And if you buy two Then Whoopedeedoo! The result will soon make you wabbit (Scots)
You'll soon have enough skins for a coat Which would blend with the skin of a stout It'll be so cosy and warm Shelter from a snowstorm Your looks will make everyone gloat
Sue from Surrey will be seventy this year Seventy is not a number to fear It's the new fifty you know She should party and glow As eighty soon will draw near.
There was a young lad from West Bromwich Who tried but couldn`t reach that itch It was driving him crazy So he called out to Macy Who was well known to be a white witch.
She cast one of her very best spells, Including strange mumbling and smells She sprinkled black dust Which aroused feelings of lust, And the West Bromwich lad ended up in the cells.
The relentless downpour has kept me indoors I was up all night 'cos my husband snores It was driving me mad So I took out my iPad For a virtual shop round the stores.