Lordy!!
No bowing, people will think we're British.
A left-handed right-angled wrench
Was wielded about by a wench
On her left hand a blister
needing a gallon of Lister
or salad dressing, Russian or French.
The wench took the wrench to the bench
The wench took the wrench to the bench
And there was a horrible stench
As --alck and alas --
She passed some vile gas
The wench took the wrench to the bench
And there was a horrible stench
As --alck and alas --
She passed some vile gas
And a partially digested Tench
She took herself off to the Doctor
She took herself off to the Doctor
But he, the vile cad, only mocked her
She took herself off to the Doctor
But he, the vile cad, only mocked her
"Na, sithee here, lass
If tha's passin' that gas-"
[A Yorkshire MD name of Proctor]
"If tha's troubled by wind down below
If tha's troubled by wind down below,
there be only only one thing tha should know,
so a bad smell wont linger,
jus take t'middle finger,
and stick it where t'sun doesn't show
the sun doesn't shine in manchester,
the sun doesn't shine in manchester,
It's where clouds all refill and then fester
The wind it is whining
The suns never shining
And that's why I've moved down to Leicester
It's better than life back oop North
It's better than life back oop North
Said good old King Henry the Fourth
With a lithp he did thpeak
It's better than life back oop North
Said good old King Henry the Fourth
With a lithp he did thpeak
Tho he played hide and theek,
And was thpotted athtride thomeone's horth.
The South-West is lovely and rainy,
"Athtride" Marvellous stuff !
The South-West is lovely and rainy,
Said the man who was really quite brainy
Polperro is pretty
<Go on, admit it....you're tempted >
The South-West is lovely and rainy,
Said the man who was really quite brainy
Polperro is pretty
But Plymouth is shitty
The South-West is lovely and rainy,
Said the man who was really quite brainy
Polperro is pretty
But Plymouth is shitty
And Tresoddit is better than any
Does anyone remember our Posy?
Does anyone remember our Posy?
I dont remember, c'était qui?
does anyone remember our posy?
I dont remember, c'était qui?
is that the old woman
who used to sit drummin
till her knees went all tender and rosy?
on her knees she would beat out a tune
or sing while a-playing the spoons
<<I'm abstaining ... having much too much fun just soaking in the accents & lisping. I'm boggled by the layers.
>>
go on have a go, you know you want to
on her knees she would beat out a tune
or sing while a-playing the spoons
That woman had rhythm
She knew what to give 'em
Francis wrote:Does anyone remember our Posy?
I dont remember, c'était qui?
Sorry, Francis and Whooda...but we have to rummage through a lot of US references on these threads...
Posy Simmonds is a gifted cartoonist who had a great strip cartoon running in The Guardian newspaper in the 1980s. The family depicted had summer holidays in a mythical seaside village in Cornwall called Tresoddit.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/arts/2045620.stm
http://www.lambiek.net/simmonds_posy.htm
on her knees she would beat out a tune
or sing while a-playing the spoons
That woman had rhythm
She knew what to give 'em
And did, every night, in the dunes.
One F-Fellow he spoke with a S-Stutter
And s-seldom a w-word he would utter
One F-Fellow he spoke with a S-Stutter
And s-seldom a w-word he would utter
He d-drank cos of c-colic
And t-turned alcoholic
And now s-stutters all d-day in the g-gutter
His friend had a french talking Parrot
