The Enid Blyton Society

When I bought a used Five from the 'bay,
My jaw dropped...oh dear, what could I say?
The dust jacket was wrong

When I bought a used Five from the 'bay,
My jaw dropped...oh dear, what could I say?
The dust jacket was wrong
Ripped and torn with a pong

When I bought a used Five from the 'bay,
My jaw dropped...oh dear, what could I say?
The dust jacket was wrong
Ripped and torn with a pong
Oh dear, it was far from Ok.

And another:

When poor Ern tripped over a log,

When poor Ern tripped over a log,
He fell upon Bingo the dog.

When poor Ern tripped over a log,
He fell upon Bingo the dog.
The dog gave a whine,

When poor Ern tripped over a log,
He fell upon Bingo the dog.
The dog gave a whine,
From pain in his spine,

When poor Ern tripped over a log,
He fell upon Bingo the dog.
The dog gave a whine,
From pain in his spine,
So Ern gave him a saucer of grog.

Good ending, John.

Here's a new one:

A clever young lad named Tony,

A clever young lad named Tony,
Could soon see through anything phoney,

A clever young lad named Tony,
Could soon see through anything phoney,
With just a quick look,

A clever young lad named Tony,
Could soon see through anything phoney,
With just a quick look,
Through any old book,

A clever young lad named Tony,
Could soon see through anything phoney,
With just a quick look,
Through any old book,
He could soon tell if it was baloney.

Great last line Rob!

I was running out of rhymes for 'Tony'!