Punctures are a hazard when cycling
The other day I got one from a thorn
I had to walk ten miles home
So even my stump was worn.
I’ve been called a knacker
I’ve been called a queer
But I prefer the latter
Cos it rhymes with beer
This is a little ditty for writing on birthday cards, etc.
Spring is in the air and grass covering the ground
But there’s nothing quite like finding five pound
But I haven’t found one, which is a bit unpleasant
Which is a good enough reason, for not sending you a present.
N. Tyion ’81