Best Humphing Poems

Hand Grown In Thyme.

On Brummie Sea and Burnley oak,
In bearded wood and clove
I hidey in this Mutton cloth
That strangles like a choke.

Lampooned upon this Ferris wheel,
A chuckle for a hoot.
I swung with empty boxing glove
And knocked a joke aboot.

I thank you from my Uncles chin
And...

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He came like Tommy’s Cooper
With a pocket in each hand,
Juggling with his boulders
While out humphing ‘cross the land.

It took about a day a week
No more and not much less.
He took his Barry from a hook
And strapped it to his chest.

Next day he shaved his crook’d...

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