A knight came riding, hawk in hand,
straight from Tirralirraland.
The troubadours tried with no avail
to point him towards the Holy Grail,
but he said to the lads of low estate,
Im only here to peregrinate.
So the peasants took him at his word.
They chucked him out with his pampered bird,
and to this day the legends tell
of the knight who gave nary a falcon hell.
Miss Dickens Sees
A Bird Hop Down The Walk
hopped down the walk with a
glass of sauterne.
she ended up getting both
halves of the worm.
The Coal-Mining Community Expresses
When Talking To The Media
After The Current Disaster And Is Deeply Grateful
For The Good Wishes Of The Wider Community
Poor Lady Bracknell! The
whole worlds a mess!
Proof of identity
shows that Society
always knows best.