He fell from the tree to the ground Paul had ear muffs, didn`t hear a sound He found Saul all of a heap He was having a weep, Climbing is dangerous , he found
My garden is blooming with Freesias I like them but I can be capricioius My husband favours the stocks Me? I prefer hollyhocks But my strawberries are really delicious
The world has gone quite bonkers, you see Although some folks say it's only me! I take no notice of them I bring frivolity to some By wearing a clown suit to tea
We're needing a change in our climate Global warming, it really is time that... We swanned about in sarongs With pretty bras and thongs And each in our pantomime hat.
I wish my Victorian Nan would visit As a ghost? 'Cor blimey, what is it? Will she glide through the walls? And start playing with my dolls Or say “The world’s a mess, innit?!’
They say that manners maketh the man That's what she'd say, my old Victorian Nan She ruled the roost And so produced A brood that to her tunes would dance.
Moving away from the subject of food Kids? let me tell you about my brood I have two girls and a boy Not always a joy Especially when they`re being rude.