Was I a finey tiny little chap,
In the vintage streets of London,
Amongst those many curious eyes,
Was I detective Johnny Brondon
Was there any freaky odd case,
Of red bloody brutal murders,
That Johnny Brondon couldn't solve,
Among the smarty skillful herders
Okay! I'll say was there a little one,
Just one I failed and never another,
I failed not 'cause it was very tricky,
It's 'cause of my angry mother
I was a finey tiny little chap,
In the vintage streets of London,
Until mommy woke me up from bed,
I was detective Johnny Brondon
Why a nightmare from a dream?
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Comedy by Accident! - Thoughts from a teenage mind
PoetryLittle thoughts dragging me away, Funny, funny; that I may say, As Comedy fills in my day, I express it in a little word play
