There was an old parrot in Bude
Who's plumage was all multi-hued
But it's owner named Fred
Kept it locked in a shed
'Cause it's language was awfully crude

ROMPER

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A pygmy, a vicar and I
Thought we'd jump off Lands End and we'd fly
The vicar was collared
By the pygmy who hollared
"She's mad, we're not angels, we'll die!"

PAM WHALLEY

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A vicar who lived in Redruth
Was accused of telling the truth
"But I've always told lies
With no compromise
So you'll find against me there's no proof"

TREVOR MACEY

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There was a young lady from Launceston
Who was tremendously fond of daunceston
She said with a grin
"It helps keep me thin
And it's no end of help to romaunceston"

SIMON WIGHTWICK

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A bigamist down at St.Ives
Was known to have too many wives
But the cost of divorce
Made him alter his course
Now only the richest survives

JEAN CHARMAN MARGARET MORGAN

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A busy mortician at Woodbury
Had buried all those that he coodbury
So he caused quite a stir
When the Sexton cried,"Sir!
There's two more in the vestry you shoodbury!"

Col. J. M. GRANT

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There was an old man from St.Wenn
Who was pecked on the foot by a hen
He said,"Bite me once more
You'll be supper for sure"
So the hen didn't do it again

MEG BUXTON

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