Budding poets can practice their seasonal moves by filling in the blanks below:
When I were a _, I remember,
Our Easters were always a _
‘Cos _ _ liked _ _ and cucumber
While _ _ liked _ _ in her _
In them days the rain never _ _
‘N one year the _ really _
And there’s nowt like a _ at the _ _
With a bottle of _ _ _ _
All submissions will qualify for the Easter Comp! So go for it!
Boadicea's Chariot 
Oh! all right then.
When I were a lad, I remember,
Our Easters were always a dread
‘Cos me dad liked our butler and cucumber
While our Mam liked the maid in her bed
In them days the rain never washed us
‘N one year the house really pong
And there’s nowt like a splash at the armpit
With a bottle of Eau-du-Cologne
Why not?
When I were a scout, I remember,
Our Easters were always a tent
‘Cos no one liked tomato and cucumber
While we all liked wors in hero rolls
In them days the rain never fell
‘N one year the sun really burned
And there’s nowt like a braai at the campfire
With a bottle of brandy and coke
Fantastic, both of you! Thanks! And congratulations on avoiding perverted rhymes!
Ah, yes, I think I’ll pass on this one, Janus. I had a try earlier, but nothing I could happily share. 😉
Arrers, it is after all an example of the rumty-tumty genre! 🙂