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To: MtnClimber
Oh, my old man's a dustman
He wears a dustman's hat
He wears cor blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
He looks a proper narner
In his great big hobnail boots
He's got such a job to pull 'em up
That he calls them daisy roots

Now, one day while in a hurry
He missed a lady's bin
He hadn't gone but a few yards
When she chased after him
"What game do you think you're playing"
She cried right from the heart
"You missed me, am I too late?"
"No, jump up on the cart!"

7 posted on 07/03/2022 8:08:41 AM PDT by SpokeshaveReturns (Grandad Spokeshave)
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To: SpokeshaveReturns
He found a tiger's head one day
Nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked quite miserable
But I suppose he should
Just them from out the window
A voice began to wail
He said "oi, where's me tiger's head?"
"Four foot from 'is tail!"
8 posted on 07/03/2022 8:10:48 AM PDT by SpokeshaveReturns (Grandad Spokeshave)
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