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that's woolly thinking on your part
For it is Errol who's stolen my heart
Sheep I love and ickle lambs
will they fit into ickle prams?

Ann she had a little lamb
Its fleece was all aglow
Its father Errol slipped away
Pursued by the Argo

But all that glitters is not gold
I fear I was mistaken
So now it matters not to me
That Errol might be taken

I think you've frightened Errol off
he seems to have gone quiet
Take heed all ye panting loons
Before you cause a riot

I've read your verse, you could do worse
But something in me snickers
For pantaloons you do address
Yet they are nowt but knickers!

Panting Loonies is what was meant
I missed out a letter...........................................or two :-D
But never mind and just be kind
To someone who should know better

***** I've just got in and opened this thread to find its gone from page one to page five. I haven't laughed so much for ages. thank you all *****


Now I'm here to join the fight for Errols sweet attention
To think he'd want another love is beyond my comprehension

A missed letter or two?
I hope they were not French
For lack of such a vital thing
Leads to a fruitful wench!

I promise you he's safe with me, laying in the sun
Covered in a sun tan cream so he doesn't burn his bum ;-)

In Tenerife did Errol Sheep
A stately pleasure dome decree
But ladies all, butt out right now
Twas only meant for me...

And yet, alas alack the day
I cannot take the heat
I shall retire from the race,
before I am dead meat.

(preferably not horse!)

good riddance and begone you wench
Errol's turned up on my bench
He's pretty knackered - he's been in hiding
but now he's out and now he's finding
that lots of women are after his fleece
but he's definitely mine - I'm now at peace

:-D :-D :-D

But Errol in his wooley coat was quickly getting roasted
The heat was far to much for him and he was nicely toasted
He had an hour in sun oil which he stood quite bravely
Now do I take him in my arms or serve him up with gravy?

***Edit... No offence meant Errol. :-)

I'd cook him, love, and serve him up
With or without the gravy
If it saves him from the arms of Ann ;-)
He'd face his fate quite bravely...

or even gravely...

A short back and side is what he needs
It makes him feel so frisky
Then when he's done and all worn out
Revive him with some whiskey ;-)

**** Poor Errol will be scared to return to this thread


Now that I have trimmed him up he really looks quite stunning
I'll have to keep my eye on him cos Ann can be so cunning.

A Shave and Shampoo is wot I thought,
Resuscitation........Via Southern Comfort
must fulfill his needs, and his desire
with an evening in, for two.,.....by the fire!

*****by the fire !!!! It's 26 degrees here


So Bob are you now in the race
To sweetly kiss dear Errols face?
Not sure his choice will be a man
When he can try the charms of Ann

I beg you all, the ram to share
(I love a bit of mutton)
Oh Errol dear, my promise clear,
Is, you shall want for nuttin'.

Young gals I wish to thank you all
For comments and your flattery
But Bob your comments just could lead
To assault and battery

Okay I know when I'm on to a looser :-D

Now that Errols fleece is shed he is a lovely shade of red
So Ruby he's not just a catch, you and he will surely match