As I oiled up my ancient French horn I regretted the day I was born 'cause my Ma the great cellist Married Labours Dave Nellist They'd expelled to his withering scorn.
There once was a storm in my head Simulposting, made ‘Rosie’ turn red Lim’rick experts beware, Backseat drivers take care, Frequent stops in our mainstream you’ll spread.
Very good Rosie! I'm writing this verse 'coz I'm bored using time that I cannot afford so much else I should do such as sit on the loo and flush when I once find the cord.
I've got rather a tickly cough And my tonsils are feeling quite rough As I sit here in Slough And think this all through I feel a bit better now, though.
In the Highlands when new moon is full Little lassies will give a hand pull After while they will suck And if you are in luck You may mount them in kilts made of wool.