Crikey! There’s a funny word!
A word not blessed with legs.
It’s always there to wrinkle skin
Like a pint glass full of dregs.
It never says no more no less
Unless it stops and begs.
Crikey! You’re such a funny cat
You’ve gone and laid three eggs!
Crikey! I can’t find my file of axe,
My donkey sweat, my cheese.
The sound of cats boiling dry
Is making momma sneeze.
She knows it isn’t Christmas Day,
From the shaking in her knees.
Oh, crikey, there comes granny,
That sherry trifle tease.
Crikey! where’s my horsey gone,
It isn’t where it was.
I’ve looked inside the willow tree
Where it usually chats with Boz
I’ve searched about the glassware
No reason; just because.
Maybe it’s caught a flying house
To visit dear old Oz.
Crikey! I must take forty winks
No more no less no way
I’ll also limit punctuation in
The sentences I say
Though you need apostrophes
Or ill be ill today.
I really must get forty winks
No more no less okay?