Unknown Railway Station Blues
Pimrod was a snappy lad,
A snappy lad was he
He came from stony Vinograd
With a swarm of killer bees
Our Pimrod was a dancer
On pointed toes all ten
He pranced around old Vinograd
And pranced right back again
When Pimrod went 'a calling
The neighbours were aghast
His manners were appalling
He always finished last!
The bees looked after Primrod
They fed him honey comb
And if he was a little sod
They sent him off back home
When Primrod joined the army
They issued him a gun
And, because he was quite barmy,
He shot his own firm bum!
| Contributors: | Stacy Alexander, Beefy, Apsley, fester. |
| Poem finished: | 9th January 2003. |