The essence of true beauty

A few good – a few sadBut mostly run of the mill-I suppose that’s my faultFor writing to run of the mill people.I’ve never had a letterI really wantedIt might come one dayBut then, it will be just too late,And that’s when I don’t want it.

I said ‘This place is England, what are you doing here?’,He said ‘Ah, then I must be lost’ and then ‘Oh dear, oh dear’.‘I should be back in Africa, on Saranghetti’s Plain’,‘Pray, where is the nearest station where I can catch a train?’.He caught the bus to Finchley and then to Mincing lane,And over the…

The maid then rushed inAnd said with a grin,‘Pardon me, madam – you rang?’

I can’t lift her, I’ve tried and tried;She must have something heavy inside.

Scorflufus! is one by nameIt comes from the EastPacked in bladders of yeastSo the Chinese must take half the blame.There’s a case in the filesOf Sir Barrington-PylesWhile hunting a fox one dayShot up in the airAnd remained hanging there!While the hairs on his socks turned grey!Aye!Scorflufus had struck!At man, beast, and duck.And the knees of…

Orstralia – OrstraliaAt work or at play.We think of yew in the morningAnd in the evening tooWe even wake up at mid-nightSo that we can think of you.Orstralia – OrstraliaWe love you from the heartThe kidney, the Liver and the giblets,And every other part.