There was a young lass from "the Whistle"
Whose knickers got all in a twizzle.
When doing a dance,
with a high-kicking prance,
you could see all the fluff on 'er thistle.
There was a young lass from "the Whistle"
made soup from lumps of old gristle.
When I dared to complain,
she snarled with disdain,
Raised finger and told me to twizzle!
3 comments:
I really enjoyed my first poetry night yesterday. I'll definitely be back with more pirate stories - yarr!
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A good night indeed, just let me know when the next is. We're doing a poetry and monologue night with some thespian folk from the Phoenix Theatre Group at the Brewhouse in Burton around April, too. But the selector won't allow my sweary stuff in!
Great post! The wetmore whistle is still amazing it seems. I stumbled upon the place about a year ago and still love it:
http://thewetmorewhistle.com/
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