ALBERTS WINGS
Young Albert Ramsbottom the Lancashire lad
Up at Blackpool one day caused such a fuss
When he climbed up the tower, only stayed half an hour
Then came back to earth in a rush.
Mum and Dad Ramsbottom picked Albert up
When he landed on ground with a thump.
If tha thinks tha can fly, like a bird in the sky
Then tha must be a silly young chump.
So cum on young fella, Dad started to bella
Tha not going up there agin
If tha tries it once more, next time tha hits floor
I’m certain tha’ll be an as bin.
So cum on me lad, it’s no good looking sad
We’ll go to beach for a rest.
Tha can build a sandcastle, wi out any hassle
And paddle in sea in thi vest.
But Albert looked glum as he twiddled his thumb,
His face would have turned fresh milk sour.
Then he turned to his dad, said tha making me mad
Cos tha won’t let me climb up yon tower.
It might sound absurd but I want to fly like a bird
So please Dad lets have one more go.
If I fail to fly this time, it’ll be the end of this rhyme,
Cos I’ll finish up in a box down below.
I just want one more try to learn how to fly
So Mr. & Mrs. Ramsbottom let Albert have another fling.
It took him half an hour to climb up the tower
When he jumped and gained his angel’s wings.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
Young Albert Ramsbottom the Lancashire lad
Up at Blackpool one day caused such a fuss
When he climbed up the tower, only stayed half an hour
Then came back to earth in a rush.
Mum and Dad Ramsbottom picked Albert up
When he landed on ground with a thump.
If tha thinks tha can fly, like a bird in the sky
Then tha must be a silly young chump.
So cum on young fella, Dad started to bella
Tha not going up there agin
If tha tries it once more, next time tha hits floor
I’m certain tha’ll be an as bin.
So cum on me lad, it’s no good looking sad
We’ll go to beach for a rest.
Tha can build a sandcastle, wi out any hassle
And paddle in sea in thi vest.
But Albert looked glum as he twiddled his thumb,
His face would have turned fresh milk sour.
Then he turned to his dad, said tha making me mad
Cos tha won’t let me climb up yon tower.
It might sound absurd but I want to fly like a bird
So please Dad lets have one more go.
If I fail to fly this time, it’ll be the end of this rhyme,
Cos I’ll finish up in a box down below.
I just want one more try to learn how to fly
So Mr. & Mrs. Ramsbottom let Albert have another fling.
It took him half an hour to climb up the tower
When he jumped and gained his angel’s wings.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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