The baker-man was kneading dough
And whistling softly, sweet and lough.
Yet ever and anon he'd cough
As though his head were coming ough!
"My word!" said he," but this is rough:
This flour is simply awful stough!"
He punched and thumped it through and through,
As all good bakers dough!
" I'd sooner drive," said he " a plough
Than be a baker anyhough!"
Thus spake the baker kneading dough;
But don't let on I told you sough!
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Oy! Australian, I should have known -- only they and the British have such a satirical knack, with imaginative wordplay and language we lack!
~ Jimmy -
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Quite a play on words, or are they really words? -
awesome
that was good..i liked it
~Kes
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