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Time for another.

Down on the allotments in Harrow
Someone grew a seven stone marrow.

Down on the allotments in Harrow,
Someone grew a seven stone Marrow,
Now it would be a fine feast,
If they could move the fine beast,
Oh, go fetch OH with his barrow.

I posted that one specially for you, OH. Thought you'd take the bait

To continue...............

But the gardeners over in Eton
Were never folk to be beaten

But the gardeners over in Eton
Were never folk to be beaten
For despite all the snails
That came down from Wales.
They kept all their crops uneaten

But the gardeners over in Eton
Were never folk to be beaten
Their Pumpkins were small
In fact no use at all
And then they discovered inflation

To continue...

Then there's the chap in Caerffili
Who grew the world's hottest chilli

Then there's the chap in Caerffili
Who grew the world's hottest chilli
Being quite rude
He cooked in the nude
And burnt the end of his willy.

Then there's the chap in Caerffili
Who grew the world's hottest chilli
Then he made a large curry
That he ate in a hurry
Now he visits the toilet most fearfully

Then there's the chap in Caerffili
Who grew the world's hottest chilli
He took some down the pub
And said "Try my fine grub"
And now that chap lives in Chantilly

Crackin' stuff

I remember when Dai in Pwllheli
Made Jerusalem artichoke jelly.

I remember when Dai in Pwllheli
Made Jerusalem artichoke jelly.
His wife baked a huge tart
My, how it made poor Dai fart.
The force was so great he blew to Caerffili.

Where he met this chap from Caerffili
Who grew the world's hottest chilli
He made him a large curry
That he ate in a hurry
Now he visits the toilet most carefully


Note to self : too many bodily functions in this thread.

I remember when Dai in Pwllheli
Made Jerusalem artichoke jelly
It filled up his belly.
Crept down in one welly.
And let out air that was smelly

There once was a man from Chwilog
Who started a veg growing blog

There once was a man from Chwilog
Who started a veg growing blog
Though he thought round the clock
He'd a poetic block
That was left up to Geoff to unclog

Then there's him in the Forest of Bowland
Who doesn't grow on the lowland