The Old Grey Whistle Test Poem by Phil Soar

I had an old Grey whistle
That I'd kept since I was Ten
I left it in a bottom drawer
And used it now and then

It used to wind the neighbours up
When I would blow it hard
Standing in the pouring rain
At the bottom of our yard

But time has not been good to it
It's showing signs of wear
And when I blow into it now
There's hardly a sound there

In fact, it's just a puff with spit
And makes no high pitched call
It's pea must have worn out a bit
And now it does **** all!