They sailed away
Pussy said to the Owl “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
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I bloody LOVE that poem xxxxx
Morning!
My god, did that guy ever like pea green!
(OH wow nostalgia- we did this in some drama club I used to be in.)
Also, gotta love noses
xxxxx
Have nothing much to say about noses.
But I do love the new homepage piccy – very stylish and you look dead hunky!
That’s where I keep my ring
Thank you for teaching me where my nose was