158 – No Thank You Mrs Christie

Poem number 158
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No Thank You Mrs Christie
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I once met Agatha Christie
She bought me a bottle of rum
She tipped me a wink
And said “What do you think?”
Do you fancy a feel of my bum?”
I said “Ma’am you’re a wonderful author
Miss Marple’s a sleuth without par
Your stories are gold
But you’re wrinkled and old
And your bum is a mystery too far!”

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