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poem
Wither, English willow
last year, at the start of JanuaryGeorge Patterson, an Australian, has offered his thoughts on the Ashes…as a poem.
Food for thought
The MBE is in oversupply
H.M. is in a dither,
English Willow, once straight and true
Now appears to wither.
The Balmy Army of true Brits
Sit within the sheltered bank,
To each award a feathered chapeau
And a ‘Garter’for each shank.
In melodious voice they chant for ‘Reign’
Then give a lusty cheer,
“God Bless our noble saintly George…
But First.. God Bless the Aussie beer!”
Christmas limericks
3 years ago, at the end of DecemberWe haven’t had a limerick for a while - what better time to do one than now! See the rules/tips here. Your starter for ten is the following: It’s Christmas two-thousand-and-five.
