Topic: naughty rhyme
seems poems are like busses, don't see one for hours then two turn up together. Ponty by the way is short for Pont-y-pridd
There was a young lady from Ponty
What had something strange in her panty
It felt a bit rough
As it was a hair brush
And it once belonged to her aunty
I know I have a strange sense of humour
Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.