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. Pure Childlike Fun and Enthusiasm Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger DOE: 21st June, 2018