John Carter Brown Poems

There was a young fireman named James
Who called all his colleagues bad names;
So they stuffed up his hose,
Which got up his nose
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A small country girl known as Dawn
Was obsessed with the thoughts of a lawn;
The grass she did grow it
Then wanted to mow it
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A silly musician named June
Blew up a big rubber balloon;
When she got it just right
She could squeeze the neck tight
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It's Christmas time and all is fine
Another truce is holding fast,
No chasing round the room today
We've now made up at last.
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Saturday is named
After a planet; how strange
This is - and to the
Uninformed, quite a
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There was a young fella called John
who's singing was nowt but a con
a nightingale, he was not
and he tried a great lot
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There is a young lady named Ruth
who generally tells us the truth
but today told a lie
and we don't know why
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I wish I was back on the old cinder paths
and off to the woods with my mates;
rooting around in the hedges and fields,
going home in a dirty old state.
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There once was a fellow named Pete
who had such enormous big feet
his body was small
but, if stood in the hall,
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Mother is a' pegging out, and I do not mean she's dying
she's pegging clothes out on the line... well, at least, she's trying;
the kids are running here and there, and getting under her feet
the wind is blowing strong again, but mother won't be beat.
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