With Jam On It

With jam on it Uncle Aubrey stole my trousers and ran off down the lane 7o’clock this Monday morning was last seen boarding a train Cousin Tracey dropped her wedding ring right down a drain 9o’clock this Monday morning she cried it’s the second time again Granddad Ernest hammered a nail into his hand and oh what horrid pain 10o’clock on Monday morning in hospital trying to explain Next door neighbour saw pigeons eating bread that was stale in the main 11o’clock on Monday morning by his kitchen window content to know that they came Uncle Aubrey got an interview for a bakers making brown bread and also white at a strain He passed with flying colours and they said he could start Wednesday morning on which day it rained Cousin Tracey found her wedding ring the very same day lying at the bottom outside covered in dirt and grain Granddad Ernest had an operation on Wednesday which took the nail out of his bone but left a small whole and polo he had named Saturday morning at 11o’clock the next door neighbour got a knock on his door and it was Aubrey with some left over bread that hadn’t been sold he proclaimed And the rest is just a mystery to me because I never got my pants back but I always had fresh bread with jam on so I never complained