February 28, 2014

 

 

They’ll give you all pasting,

and you’re bound for a thick ear,

for stupidly playing the clown

and bringing trouble here.

 

Tying together their door knockers

and then ringing their bell,

was such a mindless act,

during an idle half-term spell.

 

Old man Scholes is ailing,

and confined to his sick bed.

He’d think it was the doctor ringing:

Why didn’t you use your head?

 

And dear Mrs Stoney can’t walk,

without the aid of her stick.

You’ll be old yourself someday son,

I can’t believe you could do such a trick?

 

Your time needs occupying;

go and find some jumble to sell.

Just wait until your father finds out,

for sure, he will play merry hell.

 

 

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