I never saw the woman who talked the hind legs off a donkey
but I've met a chatterbox or two who lived in Crewe,
not in a box.
Nor have I heard a banshee howl
a tiger growl
but once I saw a matron scowl
before they did away with matrons.
Open to suggestions
and you thought my mind
was closed,
well
it's closed from one 'til three
for a spot of tiffin and some tea.
Life's all about the japery
the capers and the
shapes I see,
colours too.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
I never saw the woman who talked the hind legs off a donkey
but I've met a chatterbox or two who lived in Crewe,
not in a box.
Nor have I heard a banshee howl
a tiger growl
but once I saw a matron scowl
before they did away with matrons.
Open to suggestions
and you thought my mind
was closed,
well
it's closed from one 'til three
for a spot of tiffin and some tea.
Life's all about the japery
the capers and the
shapes I see,
colours too.
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