On a train that was destined for Crewe
I decided I needed a poo
I charged down the aisle
But the aisle had some guile
And side-stepped me passed Waterloo
In the midst of an important meeting
I had the desire, rather fleeting
To dance the fandango
With the girl from the quango
Just to stop her monotonous bleating
Descending with no parachute
I concluded was really a hoot
So I jumped from the plane
Then I did it again
Did I mention that I was a Coot?
When rhyming one word with another
I feel it is best to discover
The meaning of each
It's like freedom of speech
A gift from the tongue of your Mother
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