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CURSORY RHYME

(DEDICATED TO PAUL WARING)

 

I went to my cupboard

but Mike Hubbard was bare,

so I closed the door

and left him there

◄ NORTH WALES IN THE FIFTIES

MR PRESIDENT ►

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<Deleted User> (13762)

Tue 31st Jan 2017 19:58

I think that takes the biscuit Ray ?

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raypool

Tue 31st Jan 2017 13:26

Paul, thanks, you do me fulsome justice. I try to be comical sometimes as we all do. Your poem was the inspiration.

Wonderful Col.
Forgive me if I keep this going:

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
to get her doggy a a bone.
Went she bent over
Rover took over
and gave her a bone of his own.

(not mine unfortunately).

<Deleted User> (13762)

Tue 31st Jan 2017 09:18

Nice one Ray, and Paul's reply too. Can I add my own to the mix, this from a couple of years back:

Old Mother Hubbard
Shat in her cupboard
Which is why she is now in a home.
The care she gets there
Is mainly threadbare
And now she feels more on her own.

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Paul Waring

Mon 30th Jan 2017 16:57

Oh Ray, genius. Too funny for words, I think I've split my sides laughing ??
Actually, after I'd established that he did not in fact have my file of poems, I told the bare Mr Hubbard, "put your clothes back on and take a haiku" ?
Aythangyow, you funny ol' funster you. Paul

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