I will tell you a tale,
it’s not very long,
about Teddy the tinker
who loved to sing songs,
while riding in his cart
as his pony towed them along.
The pony’s name was Ticker
but he had just one thing wrong
with him, though you couldn’t tell
as he trotted in time to his gong.
It wasn’t his heart though his name may suggest
but his very long appendage
which reached to his chest.
I post mine tomorrow. It’s about Grandpa Dodson. I think Grandpa Dobson would roar with laughter at this, and repeat it endlessly to anyone who’d listen. Myself, I feign to not understand. Then spoil my act by saying, Bloody good, Bobby.
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I look forward to reading that one
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