I read it in the papers
A whisper on the breeze
The radio announced it would
But TV thought a wheeze
The butcher told the tailor
The tailor told his cloth
A bat flew from the belfry
And stopped to tell a moth
A sailor heard the story
Knew well what he must do
He rushed back to the cock and bull
To tell the whole ship’s crew
The ship’s crew had a whip round
To bookies they must go
Before they lose the ten to one
Predicting Christmas snow
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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Applause! ! ! ! Lovely piece of humour writing. Great rhythm and ending. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX