Posted on May 6, 2012 by Tansy Whitebytts
Through rain and storm they struggled
They didn’t know quite why
They’d been told the country was in drought
So they were hunting somewhere dry!
They’d heard that water was in short supply
That there was a hosepipe ban
All they wanted was a bit of sun
And to get a summer tan!
They cannot leave the country
The passport queues have seen to that
So they’re stuck here through this rain and flood
In their thermals and woolly hats!
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Posted on January 16, 2010 by Tansy Whitebytts
“The time has come” The Walrus said
“To seek out pastures new,
For all I loved from the Breakfast show
Has deserted Radio 2.
Now the fun and wit has gone
And my nerves are jangled through.”
“The Togmeister was due to go
Of that I understood
But why oh why “ The Walrus cried
“Did they throw out all the good?
I don’t enjoy the puerile jokes,
Even though I know I should!”
“So, though it truly saddens me –
Radio 2 – I am out of here”
The Walrus bowed his head and walked,
and shed a bitter tear!
“I’m off to find a less frazzled place
To wake calm – with gentle cheer”.
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Posted on December 11, 2009 by Tansy Whitebytts
The mist is hung around the bay
The outlook was somewhat Foggy
In the gloom a resounding crash was heard
Said the harbour Master – “Oh here comes Boggy!”
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Posted on November 19, 2009 by Tansy Whitebytts
Boggy is NOT a sailor
He couldn’t navigate around a moat
He’s safest moored in harbour
Where he’s sure he’ll stay afloat!
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Posted on November 17, 2009 by Tansy Whitebytts
Broadcast – unattributed
Oh Paul, Oh Paul
I wish you were mine
Your voice is so sexy
And your profile divine
The Size of your Gavel
Makes me weak at the knees.
So will you give it a bang
Just the once – for me – Please!
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Posted on September 30, 2009 by Tansy Whitebytts
Ah! Those little bubbles that make you want to sneeze
I drank a lot last evening – and life became a wheeze!
In the interests of science – I drank enough to fill a lake
But why Oh Why this morning do my head and stomach ache?
I should have left the bubbles and only drunk the wine
And then – maybe – this morning – I would be feeling fine!
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Posted on September 17, 2009 by Tansy Whitebytts
Through rain and thunder but hopefully no sleet
The Togs of Britain –today – descend on Longleat
To sing TOGether is their aim and ambition
To bring new meaning to Sir Paul’s earlier rendition.
So Let’s hope they all manage to keep clear of a soak
And sing a chorus that’s better – than an old froggy croak!
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