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♫♪ Dustbin Man ♫♪

Dustbin man

♫♪ Dustbin Man ♫♪

Dustbin man, dustbin man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the dustbin man,
Smelly bins, dusty bins, full of pongy stuff,
The dustbin man says I must rush!

Milk cart man, milk cart man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the milk cart man,
Ice cold milk, fresh cold milk, milk so good to drink,
The milk cart man says, drink, drink, drink!

Bread van man, bread van man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the bread van man,
Fresh hot bread, white hot bread, bread so good to eat,
The bread van man says, eat, eat, eat!

Dustbin man, dustbin man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the dustbin man,
Smelly bins, dusty bins, full of pongy things
The dustbin man says sing, sing, sing!!!

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Stories for children and young at heart adults

by The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH.

 

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He had Ten Thousand Men (a new take on an old nursery rhyme)

He had Ten Thousand Men…

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The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again

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And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

3

The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand cats
They scratched their way to the top of the hill
And scratched back down – it’s a fact!

4

And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

5

The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand snails
They slithered they way to the top of the hill
And slid back on slimy trails

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And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

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The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand mice
They scurried right up to the top of the hill
Not once, not twice, but THRICE!

8

And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

9

The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand ants
They marched their way to the top of the hill
And marched back down, so grand

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And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

11

The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand skunks
They smelt their way to the top of the hill
And came back down like monks?

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And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

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The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand fish
They swam their way to the top of the hill
And swam back down with chips

14

And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down

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The grand old duke of York
He had ten thousand birds
They flew right over the top of the hill
Far away, but, hey, that’s birds!

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And when they were up they were up
And when they were down they were down
But when they were gone, so truly gone
They were surely not up or down

 
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Posted by on July 7, 2014 in nursery rhymes

 

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Doctor Who and the Daleks

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Doctor Who and the Daleks
‘Doctor Who and the Daleks?’ I hear you say,
‘Who can they be, and what an affray,
On our minds and our wits at this time of appeal,
Of recession, so biting, and scares very real.’

It’s the DOCTOR, I tell you, the DOCTOR, that’s WHO,
And as for the Daleks, well, my mind is askew,
If I were to explain who they in fact are,
I’d need several years, and still not get far.

‘Oh, the DOCTOR, THE DOCTOR,’ you answer me back,
‘Why didn’t you say so, why didn’t you track,
The way I was feeling, so peeved by the mire,
Unlike our politicians, in splendid retire.

In splendid retire, ensconced in their towers,
Of ivory white, not grey and ragged like ours.
But they’ll get their comeuppance, of that I am sure
When the Daleks exterminate these pariahs.’

Daleks

 
 

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There once was a boy named Dan

Stories for children

There once was a boy named Dan,

Who wanted to fry in a pan.

He tried and he tried until he eventually died,

What a weird little boy was Dan.

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Stories for children and young at heart adults

by The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH.

 

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Certificate in mysticology and magic

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Stories for children and young at heart adults

by The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH.

 

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The Brittas Empire

The Brittas Empire

The Brittas Empire

The Brittas Empire lives again,

Oh, yes it does, or so it is claimed,

By those who loved it while on our TVs,

The Brittas Empire it is a must-see.

If it is back, pray tell me – please do,

Where I can see it, where I can view,

Is it on BBC1 or ITV 2?

Tell me, oh tell me, where I can view.

Ah, I understand what you mean,

Mr Brittas and his crew are eternally screened,

On YouTube, forevermore entertaining us all.0

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Posted by on July 7, 2014 in TV

 

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Sir Gerrard

Sir Gerrard

Gerrard, Sir Gerrard – are you sure that it’s so,
Your title, your label, or are you having a go,
At me, your poor servant, a man dearthly low?

Gerrard, Sir Gerrard, pray tell me, with haste,
How you got it, your title, your rank and your place?
Cos I want it, really want it, so I can lift up my face.

I got it, my title, after years of hard slog,
Writing stories for children; my mind was agog.
I was tired, so tired, when I knelt down before,
The Queen, then she tapped me and I fell to the floor, asleep.

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Posted by on July 6, 2014 in news

 

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Does Joe

Slug

Does Joe

There once was a slug called Joe

Who wished he were fast, not slow

Until one day while alone

He saw a snail struggling; carrying its home

Now he slimes about happily: does Joe

 
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Posted by on July 3, 2014 in Song

 

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