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Oh! My goodness!
Where's my washing?
The stuff was on the line?
I hung it out
At half past eight -
But it was gone at ten to nine!
I knew that it was windy
That is why
I thought I'd hang it out,
But when I went
To check on it
There was no sign of it about!
At twelve o'clock
I got a call
>From a neighbour down the lane -
It seems he's found
A woolly vest
With a tag that boasts my name!
Old Frank O'Neill
Who is eighty-two
Went out to feed his rams.
He nearly had
Another stroke
When he saw my old P-Jams!
They were hanging there
Outside his barn
All flappin in the wind!
It's times like this
I wish the crotch was stitched
Instead of only pinned!
Oh! Lord!
Where's my washing -
The stuff was on the line?
I hope nobody
Finds my satin bloomers
And realise they're mine!
Posh Mrs. Jones
>From down the road
Claims a hammock she has found!
She says it must be posh -
It sleeps two! And that it's
So lacy, big and round!
If that's the bra
Which I hung out
I pray they'll never know!
I'm too ashamed
To claim it now
So - I'll just have to let it go!
Of all the days
For you to blow a storm
You HAD to choose today -
Now all my favourite
Biggest 'smalls'
Have gone and blew away!
There is one more thing
That I must admit
Has caused me great offence -
The Council found my
Favourite drawers -
And now rent them out as tents! |
