Waggery Waggery a Blown-Up Man
Waggery waggery a blown-up man
He was so fidgety when I was ten
He tossed up his head to make good his wager
He wanted to be a Sergeant but became a badger
And bully-ragged Harry our village mailman.
Waggery waggery galloping down the road
Punched through the ice and smashed into a toad
The toad was mad enough to chew his hats
Boozed up full whack as he had lost his bets
His plan was utterly bitterly flawed.
Waggery waggery not qualified for the job
'Just a blip', he said when attacked by a mob
Then he built a hut and stashed his wife in pits
Shook his head, 'good or bad?''Them as has, gits'
Went to my house at X'mas eve like blob.
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DOE: 21st June, 2018
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2018
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