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.