Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)
All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)
It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!
Enjoyed the poem and inspired to write a poem on a granny.
Laugh it off the painting of granny and her fart - lovely piece of work
In the original version the line is: 'It blew the drawers of Aunty Fanny' which scans beter.
In the original version the line is:
I like the part about the vicar nearly cursing and that it blew the wig of auntie
I thought it was hilarious 🤪😅🤩
(And up nose as well, I fear) Is this correct or should it up her nose
Truly wonderful childhood memories of my father & I giggling out loudly in hysteria over this one of Spike's poems. I received a Spike Milligan book of poems as an award for most improved student in my first year of high school and hence my very first introduction to this very wittyand talented man! ! !