Soupy twist
"MR MUSIC — WILL YOU PLAY..."
{Score of Oh My Darling, Clementine}
- In a kettle made of metal
Sat a sandwich made of soap;
Theodora's apple corer
Sneezed and floorwards fell the Pope. - Paris-Cairo, leaky biro,
Several hundred tons of sluice,
Through the laughter wandered Arthur,
Quite unsure of Big Bird's use. - Then James Galway fluted all day
And eventually went splat,
Up stepped Quarswell with a cow-bell
(He was stuck with rhymes like that). - Enter Boffo (yea, the Poffo!)
He was quite a boff-poff-toff;
There stood Pangram talking flimfam,
"Vest cwm fly zing jabs Kurd Qoph". - Oddly, Konrad was his granddad,
And for Germans, "dung" is "Mist",
"Dicky ticker!" screamed Earwicker,
Here's our cocktail — soupy twist.
