Sally Doolally
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This is the story of Sally Doolally
A young maiden farmer from down in the valley
She kept a keen eye out for Thomas McNally
And dreamed of the day he would say, ‘Can we marry?’
Sally Doolally had once caught his eye
When the hat that she wore was a stale apple pie
She couldn’t find flowers to wear in her hair
So she pinned a half eaten carrot in there
Her lipstick was not anywhere to be found
So she mashed up some beetroot and smeared it around
Because her best dress was still hung on the line
She wore an old curtain she’d coloured with wine
Her shoes were worn out so she put on her feet
Two old cardboard boxes to walk down the street
She had no gold ring like girls wear in their nose
Her bulls all had rings so she wore one of those
She headed for town at a bit of a jog
Attached to her waist by a rope was her dog
In one hand she carried a frog in a jar
And held in her teeth was a massive cigar
She met an old friend and she told her it rankles
That grandma’s old bloomers were draped round her ankles
She took them while grandma was making a trifle
And ‘LOOK!’ she hoped Thomas would like grandpa’s rifle
The old friend said, ‘Thomas is mad about rabbits,’
So Sally could maybe exhibit their habits
Her friend told her Thomas was down at the shops
So Sally rushed off doing mad bunny hops
She saw him and gave him a good humoured wink
But did they get married… well what do you think?
Turns out McNally was doolally too
And so when invited they both said, ‘I do.’
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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