Big ‘N’ Riddle
by Mr Lionel Fogarty

The end
when will it mend
the sended
when will it spend
our lending, will we end it
poor poor door never open
will we never end
cause I’m getting to the end
Lionel sitting in a hen
Looking extra saiding
so word got wooded
close to the end
meet a end
and there won’t be an end
Make it here and the end in near
hear a ear that seen a eye
then your end is read
toes and rows will not short a load
by the low no’s.
Wish they grass real
and not meals
cause dumps are your people someing
to get her near the ending
so
the end, the end is never
the end . .  .
18/11/82

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