There
was a young lady in York.
She
decided never to walk.
She sat
on her chair,
Just looked
and was there.
And let
people go by to gawk.
There
was an old lady in Hull.
She
found life so terribly dull.
She took
in a punk
Who wasn’t
a monk.
Now she
lives free like a gull.
There
once was a woman in Kirk
Engaged much
in doing house work.
Even hoovered
her roaster
And also
her toaster.
And this
made most people smirk.
There
was a young lady in Wick.
She developed
an off-kilter tic.
She put over her head
The face
of a cat
Which gave
her the ultimate kick.
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