There was a young fellow from Merstham Who had boils on his bum and he cursed 'em When he sat on a chair 'Twas too much to bear So he got a sharp knife and he burst 'em.
But while I'm waiting for consensus, this was one was a corker thanks to Bobby Digital's superb ending line: Projoy: When darkness doth shroud the Black Sea Fat German: Milosevich nips out for a pee Norma: When missiles start falling JLE: While nature is calling Bobby Digital: Just do up yer zipper, and flee!
When the man from Del Monte said "Yes!" The peasants all made such a mess With their juices a-flow At tuppence a go And a flavour I'm sure you can guess...
(Botherer) I've never pronounced it any other than the "rude" way which suits English speech better and gives us "uranium". Equally, we have "Venusian" when any fule kno it should be "Venereal". Poxy little planet, anyway.
The crack of doom threatens this world So life to the stars must be hurled Fire, asteroid, ice 'Tis a mere roll of dice Let's escape; to its fate leave this world.
Shall I liken thee to a spring day? You surpass all the sweet buds of May For life, death's the fee But while men breathe and see These words shall your due date allay.
Through the valley of death they all rode Cannons thund'ring, their fate did forebode Storm'd by shot and by shell They rode boldly and well But when they asked why, no-one knowed.
Don't go gentle into that night Rage, rage, 'gainst the dying of light Father, don't slip away Curse and bless me, I pray 'Cause tomorrow you might feel alright
I made a new world in six days Planted men, but they went their own ways I sent them damnation Then offered salvation If only they'll sing in my praise.