
Mrs Jones
Mrs Jones she had no bones
And so to stop her rocking…
They shoved a tentpole
up her bra
And a broomstick
down each stocking


Mrs Jones she had no bones
And so to stop her rocking…
They shoved a tentpole
up her bra
And a broomstick
down each stocking
So Foxy used her pitchfork
To make a makeshift crane
And for a sling she used her bra
Which was built to take the strain
And Mrs Jones was hoisted
Into a waiting chair
With pneumatic seals and rubber wheels
Pumped full of Fishguard air
Then Foxy summoned all the girls
To celebrate with cakes
But Mrs Jones rolled down the hill
The wheelchair had no brakes …
Yvonne Fox, trysori colledig Abergwuan
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