A kick and a splutter and a rattle and a cough

This is poem:

A kick and a splutter and a rattle and a cough,
I fell down the stairs and landed on a toff,
His wig was all bent and broken in the middle,
He and I couldn't help but have a giggle.

So we went to the shop with the fake hair on top,
To try and mend his barnet with a fosbury flop,
Tilting to the left with the squint of a loner,
He looked in the mirror and left to get a doner.

Tripping on the pavement led to claims against the council,
Presented with a plaque which was held by Nigel Mansell,
He got tuberculosis so ran away to another hospital,
Leaving all the nurses to reveal that they were SAUSAGE DOGS!


Today I have been mostly bored, so I have done this to relieve my boredom. Soon I will not be able to post during the daytime, which may or may not have an affect on my bloggery.

I shall leave you with this deeply philosophical thought from Herbert:

'Fish know only that the water is good - so they continue.'


Yes.