by | May 26, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

There was an old man from York New,
He needed to tie up his shoe
Though he bent with such grace
To quickly tie up the lace

He filled his old trousers with POO,
So he sat on the hard ground,
Whilst a FLY buzzed around
And he said some bad words; quite a few!


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