I learnt this nonsense rhyme when I was in primary school, and for no known reason it came back into memory recently. I’d like to share it with you:
Ladles and Jellyspoons,
I come before you, to stand behind you,
To tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
There will be a mothers’ meeting for fathers only.
Wear your best clothes, if you haven’t any,
And if you can come, please stay at home,
Admission is free, pay at the door,
Take a seat and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit,
The man in the gallery is certain to spit.
I thank you for your unkind attention,
and now present the next act:
The Four Corners of the Round Table.
Early one morning in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up for a fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and came and shot the two dead boys.
If you don’t believe this lie that’s true,
ask the blind man; he saw it too!