13 June 2012
Listen, that's my mate Bob He's got an incredible gob With hands to his lips He could ward off ships But large mouths contain lots of flob
Oh yes! Old Bob'll spit Each time he produces some wit Don't stand too near You'll be drenched, I fear In saliva, and not just a bit
Bob stands at 6' 4" From head to his feet on the floor He runs about flapping That mouth's always yapping I just cannot take any more!
With a finger in each ear LEE THE TEA TROLLEY'S HERE I need class 'A' drugs Or maybe earplugs When gobby old Bobby comes near
Bob • Opuss № I