Maggie hung her big drawers in the breeze The gusset, was hanging to the knees A lethal cloud of chlorine gas Was blown in the wind Towards hangmans pass People fell down like swatted flies Tears, were streaming from their eyes The Mayor said, with a worried frown Maggies big drawers, must come down But not a man would approach the knickers Neither dossers, tossers, fools or vicars Get the army yelled Samuel Nutter Who was crying like a wain in a muddy gutter A great big tank, driven by a yank Fired shell after shell At the chlorine smell When the dust had cleared Big Maggie cheered Her huge drawers still flew high Captain Munn, threw down his gun And heaved a heart felt sigh Send for a drone yelled private McKeown It streamed the drone, from the unknown Rockets, tore through Maggies drawers The drawers were down, on the ground Concussed and seeing stars Then commeth the hour, commeth the man Up stepped private, first class Mann He ran through the chlorine Thought seeing stars Six bullets from his gun Killed big Maggies drawers. They gave him medals by galore And a pencil skirt, which he never wore
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 07:49:54 +0000
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