A few new ones from places I passed on my
goings-onses in Sturton
I seen from behind my net curtain
That Mrs Silkman
Her and the milkman
Don't call me a gossip, I'm certain!
They're obsessed with salvation in Messingham
Their sins, they're forever confessingham
Which makes a rich feast
For the prurient priest
Who keeps busy absolving and blessingham
A scatty old lady in Battleby
Is wondering when her friend Pat'll be
Coming round. What's that smell?
Or was it the bell?
There's a car. Now I wonder who that'll be?