“I’m Henry the Eighth!” he declared
"To me none can e'er be compared!
My talent for mirth
Is as broad as my girth.
Yea, for trousers, two marquees are paired."
The nudist would not go indoors
but remained on the grass on all fours.
He barked like a dog
and hopped like a frog.
I'm glad he's not mine. Is he yours?
When summer begins, I'll be ready
To play quoits with my old Uncle Freddie
Of course, he will cheat
And pass out in the heat.
I'll be stuck there with Freddie unsteady.
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