"A bunch of grown men chased a ball around a paddock after one side mocked the dance of the other. The men in black broke a lot of rules and were punished.
I think I'll take my ball home. It's a silly game."
THE CURMUDGEON
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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny, nonny.
There was an actress in Blewd
Who went up on the stage in the nude
A chap right down front ......
My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor blimey trousers
And he lives inacouncil flat.
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