We went out to sizzlers last night and celebrated my mothers 69th birthday. She'd previously had a surprise morning tea where all the ladies said "Happy 70th birthday" Apparently it was hysterically funny that they'd got it wrong. Much saying of "70" instead of "cheese" for the photos.
There were 8 of us at Sizzlers and we got to quoting the poetry we remembered learning at school. No-one could remember the whole poem until one of my uncles started quoting a pre shakespearian poem about the death of caesar (I think). 'The boy stood on the burning deck' shone out as the only poem anyone had learnt where only the first line was remembered. I blame all the variations that generations of students have made.
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"The boy stood on the burning deck with a string of sausages round his neck"..................is the sole variation I ever remember.
Bernie said:
The boy stood on the burning deck
his feet were full of blisters
he had a pair of trousers on
but they were his little sister's.
The boy stood on the burning deck
his feet were full of blisters
he tore his pants of a rusty nail
and now he wear's his sisters.
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