Small wonder on this churly morn
I crivy like a black
To think wot I should be farlorn
Through knorb this packymack
I may be blink down booltoad
With ne'er a thorty skive
But I'll december barrold
To save my good bad Ive
To them perhap be nicky
I smirk but querry jump
With all this alfy hicky
I do but strive a hump
Knock down ye smallish hoqky
Am I the bairly oat ?
With all your Davey cockey
I'll always keep afloat.
Will I the baggy Dutch man
And haughty bygraves too
To all I give a limpage
To do what they will do.
They rabble till they're tatter
Don't creem the midnight hour
Big Doris flitter flatter
And blacky blackpoo tower
Rephy graun and gratty
Graddie large but smail
She will not brant a fatty
Room to swing a snail
Bilt zeitung dairy apple
Of geltzie sniedypye
Groppy gribble grapple
Varoum the reason why ?
Ye bottle ginny derick
And all who sail without
My tall but little Eric
Shall ne'er but cast a clout !
Remplenish thou thy cravie
With all that bodes within
Fall gather barge and davie
The lamb within a bin.
God speed
YOU ARE READING
JOHN LENNON In His Own Write
Short Story'this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I've ever ready' ABOUT THE AWFUL ---------- I was bored on the 9th of octover 1940 when, I believe, the nasties were still booming us led by Madalf Heatlump (who only had one). Any...
