The Bringer……
This flinger of Plurabilly-teas
Twice upon a time
And a jolly hockey-sticks good time it was two
There was a goblin a-coming downa road
This goblin that was a-coming downa road
Pet a Mice-alittle boy named Daddy Buckoo.
Her mother sneaked him that story.
Her rather clucked at him:
Sin, sin, Jesuit-sin
Through a grass darkly
Fat, thin, fat, thin
She has a faerie face.
And she has a bonny-babymoocowface,
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White milk, yellow lemon, black knight
She sangalong:
“Oh why is my life in a minor key?
Oh! why do the words a-mutter-so to me?
Half the pound of twopenny rice
Half the pounded tree-kell
That’s the way the monkey blows
Plop goes the weave-cell.”
Had she a goblin’s pretty lace ?
And had she taught him within the white space?
And the yellow plaits
Dumb with the fright of the night
Some with the green-cross hankies-in
Where
She sad a wood beneath her daily fleet
But, oh! she, seeing more, had only her seams
To spread. Her seams like marmalade
Be oh! so be careful of the sicky-mess!
