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PaulPJB


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15 Jul 17 - 19 Oct 19

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Trucking On! 500!

#130story

I was thought what was ought
I was master of my own destiny To give my thoughts whenever
To whom might be whoever
In my life's long long travels
Double seat on the bus always
Don't want to sit next to a loony

Ought” by PaulPJB, 21 Oct 19

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Three little mice went for tea
They were hungry and happy
A nice drop was nicely served
It's what they thought deserved
Then farmers wife came along
They all sang a happy song
They then pulled the rug away
No one could spoil tea today

Three” by PaulPJB, 19 Oct 19

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Albert Numbly has gone down in history
The very model of nobility and integrity
Shouldered any burden with stoic disdain
Any insult with a smile and mellow refrain
He liked to ease some out of their misery
Unfortunates sentenced by a judge and a jury

#130story

Master of vast estates and chattels
No one knew all of his many titles
But Lord Broadside never satisfied
Then knew how existence be justified
Would be his future wish
Henceforth to be a fish
His lordship went to live in a lake
Only at teatime would he take a break

Lord” by PaulPJB, 17 Oct 19

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Old King Cole was a merry old soul
A selfish impatient old git was he
He requested a pipe
He asked for a drum
He shouted and shouted impatiently
Bring on dancing girls
Then wanted a fiddle
No time was to waste
Why his trousers always smelt of pee

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Harry was a quick warehouse rat
He was a very clever little chap
Been schooled and well taught
Survive and never get caught
A little cheddar in a contraption
Trap sprung with quick reaction
Whilst having nibble; that was that
One ton crate; poor Harry went splat

Trap” by PaulPJB, 15 Oct 19

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Together we stand
Divided we fall
We are the naturists against extinction
Marching determined on the Town Hall
It was so cold
Rain was unpitiful
Me and little placard last one standing
Nakedly determined despite any ridicule

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More?
More?
More?
Oliver wanted more and more
As he said pour pour pour
Who did Oliver think he was
What a dickens they said
A dozen pints already sunk
Should resemble happy skunk
But kept coming on and on
That was that Oliver Reed
Such an exemplary Englishman