Wish I didn't have the French Knot But if you've long hair, then why not? A pony tail's fine I loved swishing mine And showing the world what I've got.
There was a strange lass from Utoxetter Who loved men throwing socks at her She was cured of this stain By a priest from Dunblane Who quoted St Paul and John Knox at her
New lines don't come to mind with ease Whilst rhyming can prove a real tease We await new themes Food, travel, or dreams? Or sailing through a warm sea breeze?