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Fangle Dooble dozer

S.J.Simpson

It’s a fangle dooble dozer

Said Lilly to Rosa

The Stephens they did not agree

I think it’s a thaw ump

Or a digeree dee thump

But it comes right up to my knee

The one in the middle

Said the boy with the fiddle

Away in a world of his own

He played with such glee

Until quarter past three

It’s a shame you can’t bow a trombone!

My cousin Paul’s not my cousin at all

He’s a friend I met at a wake

We giggle at death and poor Uncle Geoff

Who like a stripper, popped out of the cake!

And old Bobby’s like Dobby

He surfs for a hobby

Spends hours just looking for porn

He’s got the best package

Which included a snackage

He’s a veggie so it’s probably just quorn

If he eats the whole thing he might end up in Tring

But he ended his days down in France.

Oh no he’s not dead

He’s with Sister Fred

A nun who wears men’s underpants.

She got up to pray at seven today

She worships a God made of cheese,

She used to be catholic

I think she’s allergic,

The smell of incense makes her sneeze.

In the name of the Gowder

The stinking bishop has power

The big cheddar, the edam, the brie.

She went to confession to atone of her sinning

Because she loved a pirate called Smee.

But Father Mcsharry

Was dreaming of Barry

When poor Sister Fred

Spilled the beans.

Just pick up the can

It’s a Heinz 56 !

You’re missing a flavour it seems!

I’m in love with a man

With a bright orange tan

And a moustache he paints on with ink

He’s not got much of a brain

He might be insane

He calls himself Ethel I think?

He smells like a bakery

He loves buns and pastries

His favourites are pasties from Greggs

But I’d prefer a nice truffle

Or a cocktail with Russel

But I might lose control of my legs.

There’s my new friend called James

Who’s taken the blame

For my lack of decorum on trains

I swear it’s tourettes

But I break into sweats

I think that I’ve broken my brain

But the moral of the tale

Is that nothings for sale

When your friends are as nuts as a scrotum

And I think you’re the best

But I’ll be better with rest

I’m like a bear who’s missing his Totum

POLE.