Carrying on ......... This road sweeper gloomily pushed his barrow Through the streets, wide or narrow Keeping an eye out For treasures ,no doubt ( to keep the shape Granny) Which he'll grab with the speed of an arrow!
I must search for jigsaws in the loft And try to ignore the moths The dust will be up my nose That`s understandable, I suppose, Hope that’s the only reason I coughed!
We've just driven through Pratt's Bottom Daft place names, we love to spot 'em There's a range of Piddles And a host of Fiddles We'll come again in the Autumn