What is that dang old series on PBS?  The one where the English guy sits in the chair, and reads verses, and poetry,  and such?  Master something…. why won’t it come to me?

At any rate, those Brits can say just about anything and sound good.   They could read a stinking dishwasher manual and sound smart.    But reading, and writing, are two entirely different things.  I think I might be able to write some natty poetry, so I am going to try my hand at it.

For your consideration, I have revamped a few of the classics….

“Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,
How I wonder why it are…
When I hear water running by…
I just might tinkle on my thigh.”

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“Mary had a Little Lamb,
Whose shanks were wide as a bus,
Mary saw the cash at hand,
And called the Butcher, Gus.”

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“Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub,
and who do you think they’d be?
A sailor, a bailer, and a letter mailer,
When I hear water run, I pee.”

Holy Smackerels.    This is much, much harder than I thought…..  AND….  at my age, it seems I always end up talking about peeing.

It looks as though I need some smartening up in the poetry-writing department.  Until then…. watching PBS will smarten you right up….. AND, help your English accent.

“Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of nigh.
Four and twenty reasons to keep on wondering why….”