A S H Smyth

Tread softly because you’re treading on my Asterix!

There was an old woman who swallowed a fly (I don’t know why she swallowed a fly); but she washed it down with a glass of water and that was the end of the matter.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. Rain …….rain …………..rain …………………rain ……………………….rain ……………………………..rain ……………………………………rain. Damned English weather!

You say ketchup; I say tomato sauce. You say tomato; In Hindi they say tamatar. I say ‘tamatar’; You say ‘eh?’

Dear [poet’s name here], I will gladly shell out for your Collected Poems – after you’re dead.