More Coal Please. Vicar
She's known as Nell, down in Camberwell
Where the locals all eat turkey
And what she does, I cannot tell
The truth is somewhat murky
She's a sprightly gal, and her sister, Sal,
Is, shall we say, quite 'perky'
She'll do any favour for a pal
If you can dodge the turnkey.
For Sal and Nell like to raise old hell
And set men's hearts a-spinning
And what they do, they do so well
Though some would call it sinning
For many think they are quite rude and even prodigal
Although their ways are winning
For though Sal dresses quite well, Nell is a rather shoddy gal
and her lank blonde hair is thinning
She's known as Nell, down in Camberwell
Where the locals keep their counsel
But when she fell from the carousel
Her ringlets all a-bouncel
She cried, quite emphatic, "Damn! Bloody hell!"
And laid about the scoundrel
then dashed to chase the equine disk
And gave it quite a poundrel
Contributors: | (trad), Apsley, Anon., loaf, Beefy, Nigel Sly, Ethetran, Grayman- Sorry about this, madmarge, Grayman, Erie, Scott Renick. |
Poem finished: | 1st May 2004 by Anon.. |