| Dad the Sporadic Sportsman | |||||||||||||||
| My Dad's a sporadic sportsman, He'll try anything the once, He had a go at pole vaulting, And landed on his bonce. Last week he was into cricket, But he showed he was no good at that, He caught the ball with both hands, Shame he was in to bat. He once tried his hand at running, The 100 metres he chose to do, Most people do it in under 15 seconds, My Dad in an hour or two. My Dad's a sporadic sportsman, But one day he'll get it right, I just hope he doesn't take up boxing, 'Cos he'll never win a fight! |
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| Piddling in Teacher�s Teapot. Once we had a mean old teacher, Who would always scream and shout, So one day we nabbed her teapot, And piddled down the spout! We watched huddled around our table, As our teacher poured her tea, And we giggled as she went and sipped, A red hot cup of wee. �Aah!� she sighed, smacking her lips, �This is the best tea I�ve ever supped, You kids should really try some,� And she poured us all a cup! �You�ll enjoy this!� she cackled, As the tea poured from the pot, And then she towered over us, And watched us drink the lot. Our faces turned a greenish colour, Most of us were sick, But the evil teacher just stood and laughed, Having sussed out our little trick. �Let that be a lesson!� she advised, �You nasty, horrid bunch!� But revenge was ours later, When we pooed upon her lunch! |
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