if you think I'll think pounds means pounds.
Take your chestnuts, your 24 carrots.
Read my lips! See the contract! Zounds!
I'm the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg,
not some beehive milked for honey.
I've got termites on call to munch your leg,
if you think I work for love, not money.
As the contract specifies,
". . . plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note."
4 comments:
bEast likeSSSsssssssSss!! !
so pleeesd!
(wr'n on behalf the Goose, who's busy honking elsewhere)
lovely, but it requires being read in a Scots accent, I think, to rhyme pounds with zounds - short for god'swounds
ach, and my 1936 rhyming dickshunary should be taken out an whipp'd. It says:
OUNDZ
zounds
abounds, etc.
Which spurs me to tell you about the man with the backpack I met this morning, walking on a remote forest road, having come down from a scenic lookout.
He said, "It was getting dark, so I decided it was unsafe to go on. I slipped up there last night."
I only had time to exclaim "Oh!" when he said, "It was so peaceful,'cept for the one mosquito buzzing round my face all night."
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