Hurry – hurry!
The Queen is coming!
Paint the roses, quickly, quickly.
Hurry – HURRY!
I hear her creeping,
As ever faster my heart is beating!
Sorry – sorry!
We’ve failed our duty,
The Queen has seen us, sadly, badly!
Hurry – HURRY!
We must scamper,
Lest our heads with them she tampers!
HURRY – OH HURRY!
(There is no hurry),
Our heads were targeted; we’re lost; they’ve parted.
All is calm.
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Conkers is a pastime,
That we remember every year,
When September comes we search about,
To find these gems, so rare.
And when we’ve collected bagfuls,
Enough for you and me,
We rush them home to sort and grade,
Into classes one to three.
The first we use immediately,
To try our luck at play,
The second, we treat, cure and bake,
Into champions, I do say.
The third we leave for a whole year long,
Lodged in the chimney flue,
Until their day of glory comes,
I’ll make do with grades one and two.
Giggle my boots, gaggle my hat,
Goggle my shirtsleeves and fraggle that cat.
I am friggled with laughter, for I know that it’s true,
That you really do love me and not Johnny Lazoo.
You see, Johnny Lazoo, a man of some strength,
Wanted to court you, wanted to bend,
Your ear with his stories, your eye with his looks,
But you never gave him as much as one look.
The day that you said, Yes, I’ll marry you, I will,
Was the happiest day of my life; it was brill,
To think that you chose me over Johnny Lazoo,
Makes me friggle with laughter knowing it’s true.
Before I head off with my bride and my life,
I will give you this piece of excellent advice.
If you are planning to woo your beau, here’s the rub,
Friggle her with laughter and griggle her with love.
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The witches are coming,
It’s that time of the year,
When ghosts, monsters and goblins,
Walk abroad, creating fear.
A time of dark nights and much darker deeds,
When kids call on neighbours,
Saying, trick or treat if you please.
When you deposit some treats in the bags by their sides,
You will see magic so wondrous in those kids’ eyes,
The same magic you possessed a long time ago,
Before worldly concerns dimmed its bright glow.
To reawaken that spell,
Just open your eyes,
To the marvel and the wonder,
In this big world of ours.
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