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Little Johnny B Goode should have been named No Good For Little Johnny never did as Little Johnny should Little Johnny B Good, don’t you go near that water But Little Johnny B Good, being at best No Good, ventured … Continue reading
Humpty Dumpty, we’ve all heard of him, Sat on a wall to tipple his gin, Fell off it backwards and cracked his head. Altogether a very bad egg! First posted: 2013
Helter-skelter in a swelter Ice-cream sundaes and chilled drinks Come on down, Dad’ll catch you Just let go and, oops… he blinked. Helter-skelter, sun’s a melter Breezes cooler at the top Come on down, Mummy’s waiting Just let go and, … Continue reading
Bob the Nomad Became a footpad Ventured far for he hadn’t a home Alas, poor Bob, forever to roam Bob the Nomad They claimed him a rough cad A ruffler of skirts, a wild cat hadn’t a backbone Such behaviour … Continue reading
There was a mummy, laid in a case. Perfect legs, but smashed-in face. What’s to become of him when he reaches eternity? He’ll walk around in graceless anonymity. Inspired by documentary watched way back in 2013, when this was originally … Continue reading
A Misunderstanding Of Misses Miss B Gotten misbehaved And by misadventure, had a close shave. Miss Cue misconstrued Miss D Meanor’s mishandling, A misconception misleading to misappropriate misgivings. Miss Ann Thrope, who misspent her youth in misprinting in ink, Later … Continue reading
Five years of blogging, time’s come for a makeover. And I don’t mean a new header, though that will come. And I don’t mean a new WP theme, though likely there’ll be one. I mean a complete overhaul. Five years … Continue reading
A prickly fella . . . A tough kinda geezer . . . Not one you’d readily invite to dinner Yet in a hot bed . . . And been well fed . . . This toughie becomes a gossamer airhead!
For fifty years it has stood firm Of late is has grown long A guard of slips and unwise gushes A guard of words said wrong But now has come its sad demise Cracked and sheered above the root Clamped, twisted, … Continue reading
Little Spider, hurry – fast! Your days are numbered; You will not last. The rolled-up papers, slippers too, All are out to flatten you, So hurry Little Spider do Because we giants are scared of you.