On Mon, 28 Nov 2005 16:59:16 -0800, Mephistopheles wrote
(in article <2o9no1t764meae01v6smr80c914hgfartd@4ax.com>):
> 'Timothy Winters'
>
> Timothy Winters comes to school
> With eyes as wide as a football-pool,
> Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters:
> A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.
>
> His belly is white, his neck is dark,
> And his hair is an exclamation-mark.
> His clothes are enough to scare a crow
> And through his britches the blue winds blow.
>
> When teacher talks he won't hear a word
> And he shoots down dead the arithmetic-bird,
> He licks the pattern off his plate
> And he's not even heard of the Welfare State.
>
> Timothy Winters has bloody feet
> And he lives in a house on Suez Street,
> He sleeps in a sack on the kithen floor
> And they say there aren't boys like him anymore.
>
> Old Man Winters likes his beer
> And his missus ran off with a bombardier,
> Grandma sits in the grate with a gin
> And Timothy's dosed with an aspirin.
>
> The welfare Worker lies awake
> But the law's as tricky as a ten-foot snake,
> So Timothy Winters drinks his cup
> And slowly goes on growing up.
>
> At Morning Prayers the Master helves
> For children less fortunate than ourselves,
> And the loudest response in the room is when
> Timothy Winters roars "Amen!"
>
> So come one angel, come on ten
> Timothy Winters says "Amen
> Amen amen amen amen."
> Timothy Winters, Lord. Amen
>
> Charles Causley
>
>
Nice. Seasonal too. You'll have to go find Timmy when you dig out...
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