There once was a very sad man from Walton. He had a boil the size of a melon on his nose. It gave him the pip.
But that isn’t all , he couldn’t sit on his bum because it was too fat and he kept rolling off the chair. ‘You’ve got no squidgy bits,’ said his wife. Your bum is like one hard lump of lard.
‘Thanks for that,’ he said as he rolled around the room like a wobbly man.