Thursday, September 26, 2019

For MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 288 (F)

A GOOD TIME ALL ROUND
Not a girl in every port
but his every girl in one.
And each of them he sought
when back from the big pond.
A sailor-boy, oh a sailor-boy
of all of them so fond.
Each his pride, each his joy.
Each his crew just on land.
All were known to each other.
All his Thai-girls did not care.
Each might take another lover
when the sailor-boy wasn't there.
What was it about the guy
had the girls run to him ?
Unspent money and good looks,
many a worldly-tale to spin.

A-FULLY-FLOWERED-SMILE-
FROM-OLD-SIAM
Her face amongst sunflowers
had an equally sunny smile.
She shone for the photograph
her hair up in a cute pile.

Very pretty, so very pretty,
my Thai-girlfriend had style.
A sunflower field, not the city.
Not the city by many a mile.

A-VERY-MURDEROUS-
GRAVE-ROBBING-PAIR-
HUNG-DAMN-HIGH
Burke was a berk,
he forgot his spade.
Hare dashed off
away from the grave
to fetch the spade
that Burke forgot.
Dig up that body
before it went rot.
Body snatchers both,
corpses sold they
to any fool doctor
who'd willingly pay.
To any researcher
or any Frankenstein.
Hare dashed back
in the nick of time.
Burke being a berk
was now fast asleep.
His snores were loud,
breath heavy and deep.
Birds in the trees
began to unsettle.
Mice in the grass,
rats in the nettles
ran there and here,
ran here and there.
Ran across the path
of Burke and Hare.
Hare awoke Burke
and whispered "Hush.
Could be a bobby
beyond any bush."
"We'd not want that,"
Burke was to reply,
"let's make a start,
or hang me high."

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