Memoirs of An Old Man, the Laughing Version

‘I rant until i tattle.’ An old man said to me. With boulders brass in battle For Country, Queen and sea. Lest not aghast a fattie, Good heavens or abode. We cannot simper- EVER! For mighty frog or toad. My clumbus, brood and brattice Have left and faded dim, Yet i shall stay with Stumpy For clopper, clop and Jim. Discounting Morris Upskate, A ginger by default. He keeps us musing nicely For peace and calm revolt. Take up thy stripy cornflake And all who sail within, And use the little peabus For losing, draw or win. And with a hanson blackie, We clubber what we sow, Go barphing like a windmill, For friends we do not know.