**** was a Tin Smith
Tinkers colloquially
but since the advent
of political correctness
we are obliged to call
them Travelling People.

Well anyway, **** was
sittin on a shtump be
the river hittin away with
a hammer straightening
the dents when a tooth-
sayer came by and told
**** that he was after
winning the lottery.

**** untied his *** and
headed off sparks flying
from the cobble stones.

But of course, it was a
rogue Leprechaun what
told him dat and there
was no winnings.

When he came back, the
Pan was gone and ****
said to himself, W.H.O.
in the **** was that what
told me about me winnings.


Ps.

The moral of story is.
W.H.O. cannot be believed.
The Pandemic is a hoax.