She Must Be Kidding!
“I don’t like lambs, I don’t like sheep,”
The milkmaid, Marge, was heard to mutter
“But offer me a baby goat …
I love a little butter!”
“I don’t like lambs, I don’t like sheep,”
The milkmaid, Marge, was heard to mutter
“But offer me a baby goat …
I love a little butter!”
My name is Polly Tishun
And I’m known for being vague,
And making empty promises
From Sydney to the Hague;
I travel long and far and wide
Your precious vote to woo,
And tell you things I know will please
But never plan to do.
The mushroom, rope around his stalk
– And far too terrified to talk –
Jumped off the bridge his heart a-thumping
And launched the fad called fungi-jumping
The Manx feline entrepreneur
Attends to every detail
With nine shops on the Isle of Man
He’s called the king of retail
“Come on, darling, eat your porridge
It will make you strong, my son!”
It’s not my fault it tastes horridge