The Windybot From Aldershot

Deep in caves in Aldershot Lives the hairy windybot Many friends he has not got Because he gets the wind a lot What does he eat? I’ll tell you what He just eats curry... really hot So if you’re in a picnic spot You’d better hope that he is not For windybots they cannot smell So when they trump they cannot tell But when kids all go green and stiff They know they’ve made a nasty whiff So, for the sake of Jill and Dave He trumps alone inside his cave And though his trumps are not corrosive What they are, is high explosive It’s dark inside his cave at night But windybot prefers the light Alas his torch he had forgot He struck a match, though he should not So one match put him in a spot When flames out of the cave mouth shot Believe it or believe it not There’s volcanoes in Aldershot