Friday, 2 January 2009

Squid and Pygmies

Squid and Pygmies

The manuring be lookin' nice,
The crack be in bloom,
Across vast l'aves grey backed trays
I've yur'd the vermin tune.

The rumbles be a pullin' out
The broccoli cut and nate
And father's plums be master strong
'En he's fungicides a trate

Us sausages in the house at all
For mother's on spring whistling
His bate feels like a rubber ball
Or whiten up a thistling

'En I've a faylin' like a giant rhubarb
To kick me logbarry art
Piled high with me warm pustules
In a dung encrusted cart.

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