Gooey, gooey custard
Snot and bogey pie
All mixed together with a dead dog's eye
Put it in the oven
And bake it nice and quick
And wash it all down with a cool cup of sick!

Ah, primary school poetry.

My alternative Mary rhyme...........

Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow
and to all the local gentry
It was fifty quid a go!

TTFN M'Lady P.