i once knew ...

  

I once knew a chap from Dundee

Who used to live in a tree

Which was all very well

Till the day that he fell

And fractured his spine and his knee.

 

I once knew a wild lad from Sydney

Who oft dreamed of going to sea.

He hid deep in a ship as a stowaway

Confined in the hold bound for Cathay

But hidden he nothing did see.

 

I once knew a florist from Tanganyika

Who was a proverbial thrill seeker.

She travelled the world

With a map she unfurled

And ended her days in Rijeka.

 

I once knew a guy from Santander

Who wove cornrows into his hair.

He married nine times

But found out for his crimes

He switched to having affairs.

 

I once knew a barber from Tipperary

Who wanted to meet a real fairy

He travelled the world from bottom to top

From gardens and parks to the tree tops

He now lives in Slough with a guy he calls Mary.

 

I once knew a young dude from Bahamas

Who worried all day in pajamas.

He walked round the island

The lowlands and highland

Last time I heard he’d was calmer.

 

I once knew a woman from Rome

Who liked to play cards on her own.

She’d shuffle the pack

Dose up with smack

And finally feel right at home.

 

I once knew a guy from Penzance

Who managed to get ants in his pants.

He writhed like a dervish

And became very nervous

But invented many a new dance.

 

I once knew a young fellow from Tring

Who desperately wanted to sing

He practiced his scales and his vibrato

His face it changed colour to a shade of tomato

Now he's a fishmonger in downtown Beijing.

 

I once knew a barber from Thrace

Who had wrinkles all over his face.

He tried many creams and even a facelift

But ‘twas all for nought, for they did not shift

Last time I heard he disappeared with no trace.

 

I once knew a cop from Trincomalee

Who used to cross dress to feel free.

He turned up to his shift in panties and hose

Rings on his fingers, ears and his nose

He changed from a Frank to a Sarah-Lee

 

I once knew a gangsta from Prague

Who killed his best friend on a barge.

He chopped off his toes, his arms and his head

For ratting him out to the Cops and the Feds

He’s now on the run and still at large.

 

I once knew a farmer from Sark

Who thought it a bit of a lark

To turn up to work wearing white spats

A monocle, braces and a cravat

The last time I saw him he lived in Denmark.

  

I once knew a doctor in Crewe

Who treated a patient with glue

But here ended his luck

When to her he got stuck

Now they’re living in deepest Peru.

 

I once knew a young lass from Bengal

Whose dancing would people enthral.

She’d wiggle her hips and shake her maracas

In just such a way to drive the men crackers

She married, had kids, doesn’t dance any more.

 

I once knew a student from Bath

Who had the most frightening laugh.

And here is the thing, after imbibing

She sounded maniacal, ‘twas hardly surprising

Since then she’s been sectioned as sociopath.

 

I once knew an actor from Devon

Who didn’t get up till eleven

Had vodka with brunch and gin with his tea

Spent rest of the day just watching TV

No surprise, I suppose, he’s performing in heaven

 

I once knew a guy from Puget Sound

Rowing was the sport which he found.

He joined up to a crew

With some folks that he knew

He fell out of the boat and got drowned.

 

I once knew a teacher from Brighton

Who struggled when switching the lights on.

His mental agility was never in doubt

He could recall dates and sonnets would spout,

But in practical ways he was certainly no Titan.

 

I once knew bloke from Nepal

Who climbed mountains wearing nothing at all.

One day on a peak he started to shiver

Began on his nose ended up in his liver

He was discovered by climbers wrapped in a shawl.

 

I once knew a translator from Tarbes

Who fancied himself quite a bard.

He plied words and conjunctions

Both at work and at functions

He’s now works on the beach as a lifeguard.

 

I once knew a cyclist from Brum

Who managed to blister his bum.

Cycling for miles

He also got piles

I hear he’s become very glum.

 

I once knew a Priest from St John's Wood

Whose sermons were really not good.

He stole from the poor to feather his nest

But persuaded his Bishop he was one of the best

Last time I saw him he was boss of the 'hood.

 

I once knew a lawyer from Maastricht

In the courts he was cunning and strict.

He'd lie to the jury and tell fibs to the judge

In order to get opinions to budge

He was not a nice chap and that is my verdict.

 

I once knew a Mayor from Strathclyde

Who found it quite hard to decide

The correct order of words

Or the right use of verbs

He became a dance teacher in Ryde.

 

I once knew a driver from Stoke

Who didn't get on well with folk.

He was surly and rude

And could often be lewd

At thirty he died from a stroke.

 

I once knew a young girl from Belize

Who had the most awful disease.

She had hair on her fingers and on her palms

Which spread to her elbows and on up her arms

Last time I heard it had moved to her knees.

 

I once knew a pilot from Bruges

Who made it into the news.

When her plane she had landed

She left passengers stranded

I believe, to go on a cruise.

 

I once knew a Dowager from Seville

Who was dowdy and staid and quite ill

Till she snorted cocaine

Which went straight to her brain

She now dances a pole in Brazil.

 

I once knew a trapezist from Vancouver

Who practiced her trade with a hoover.

She'd swing from above like a real pro

And always cleaned up after her show

She was really one hell of a mover.

 

I once knew a copper from Bicester

Who planned to visit his sister.

He arrived at her house at quarter to ten

Fell asleep in his car and then

Turned around and went home 'cos he had missed her.

 

I once knew a cowboy from Albequerque

Who went to bed at eight thirty.

He got up at dawn and rode all day long

Humming old tunes and singing new songs

Last thing I knew he'd moved to Cape Verde.

 

I once knew a sailor from Broadstairs

Who had quite incredible ears

When anyone spoke, within fifty eight feet,

Whatever they'd said he could easily repeat

If you bought him a gin and a couple of beers.

 

I once knew a piper from Troon

Who was really a bit of a loon.

As he started to play he'd lift up his kilt

Exposing his bits with no sense of guilt

But this never stopped him playing great tunes.

 

I once knew a clerk from Zeebrugge

Who was an old friend of my brother

Words' meanings he'd change

And their order re-arrange

He was really a bit of a bugger.

 

I once knew a monk from Devizes

Who was always full of suprises

At vespers one morn

He walked in reading porn

Wearing a hat and striped trousers.

 

I once knew a trader from Norwich

Who swore to the power of cold porridge

Eating two bowls a day

Every trade, he would say,

Would make him much more rich.

 

I once knew a wrestler from Sofia

Whose dream was to move to Korea.

He practiced the language and mastered the tongue

But by a wild bee on his bum he was stung

Which ended his days in a morgue in Crimea.

 

I once knew a diver from Queensland

Who was blond, good looking and tanned

He went down on a dive

But he didn't survive

When a shark bit off both his hands.