Thursday, 9 January 2014

Tootling and Pootling

Tootling and rocking in my chair
I play The National Song Book, and each air,
Remembered and performed, sans care,
Annoys the cats, whose hair,
Stands up on end. For they can't bear,
The Mermaid, Londonderry Air,
Tom Bowling or Begone Dull Care,
They wish to know not where
The bee sucks, or the fate of any lady fair.
It's not because they're
Musical. They're
Cross because I dare
To sit and stare
Just pootling and tootling and rocking in my chair!

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