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Originally Posted by The_Laird
And “the poor S8 sat standing ...” reminded me of a nonsense poem that my (late) father used to recite:
If was Christmas Day in the workhouse
And the snow was raining fast
A bare-footed girl with clogs on
Stood sitting on the grass
A happy memory - thankyou! 
Anyone know this poem - there are other verses. I recall one of them:
I went to the pictures tomorrow
And took a front seat at the back
Then fell from the pit to the gallery
And broke a front bone in my back. |
I went to the pictures tomorrow
I got a front seat at the back
A lady gave me an ice cream
I ate it and gave it her back.
Also, from Jimi Hendrix:
One bright morning in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot one another
A sleeping policeman heard the noise
Came and shot, them two dead boys.....