Titus O’Toole is a bit of a fool,
He covers his dinner with custard,
On cold corned beef hash, on his bangers and mash,
Then he brushes his gnashers with mustard.
Pippa McPratt is much smarter than that,
She says Titus is stupid – or
crazy!
But her pudding’s not ready, be it fruit pie or jelly
Till it’s smothered in onion gravy.
Little Miss Twit really takes the biscuit
For she always has breakfast at noon;
She has kippers with clams, spicy chutney of yams
Which she slurps from an old wooden spoon.
The Reverend Clott is the worst of the lot,
He puts jam on his roast turkey dinner,
As he’s
watching his weight, for dessert he has eight
Trifle butties, to help him get thinner.
So get out of your head that thing you just said,
‘Bout
my manners being fit for a stable,
And be glad I’m the one that your eyes light upon
When you ask who just burped at the table.
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