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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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