A Not Nice Nonsense Rhyme
 
Biggery, buggery, beggary boo
My porridge is ugsome, my marmalade’s blue
The bishop put slugs in the actress’s stew
Biggery, buggery, beggary boo
 
Pissery, pussery, possery pee
I’ve plucked all the hairs from the elephant’s knee
The porcelain porcupine’s stuck up a tree
Pissery, pussery, possery pee
 
Siddery, soddery, suddery sigh
These tangerine trousers are scratching my thigh
You can’t tell the truth with a heart full of lie
Siddery, soddery, suddery sigh
 
Fickery, feckery, fuckery fay
The morning has scared all the night from the day
I’ve run out of Sunday, I’ve nothing to say
Fickery, feckery, fuckery fay

Annie Fisher

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