There once was a vicar in Poughill
Who was prone to incredible waffle
His sermon on Sunday
Went on until Monday
And everyone thought it was awful!

SARAH SURGEONER

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There was an old lady of Bickleigh
Who sometimes looked spotty and sickleigh
She said,"It's this vest-
It tickles my chest-
I think that the wool is too prickleigh !"

MONICA CRANG

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There was an old man of Bareppa
Addicted to sniffing black pepper
It caused him to sneeze
And shake at the knees
And finally made him a leper

CANON H. MILES BROWN

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There was an old man from Penhryn
Who was partial to a bottle of gin
He drank one every day
Didn't have much to say
But always a permanent grin

ANN MARSHALL

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A milkman from Week St.Mary
Had his teeth knocked out at the dairy
He left them in a crate
Outside the back gate
With a note addressed to the fairy

SKIDS

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A beekeeping lady from Kynance
Gave local young men a shy glance
When short of money
She didn't sell honey
To improve the state of her finance

ROGER WAKEFORD

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There was an old man of St. Kew
Who was waiting for teeth anew
So he couldn't grapple
With a juicy raw apple
And had to make do with a stew

ROGER WAKEFORD

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