Carrying on ......... This road sweeper gloomily pushed his barrow Through the streets, wide or narrow Keeping an eye out For treasures ,no doubt ( to keep the shape Granny) Which he'll grab with the speed of an arrow!
He really should deal with his corns It's those stupid shoes, his mum warns Why don't you throw out And then stop that pout Before your forehead grows horns.
A young lad I know went to Crete, Packed his white shorts, felt quite upbeat Tanned legs now on show Bare chest, all a glow Such a pity about his feet!