The steeple on our parish church
Has a crooked twisted spire
Our vicar tried to put it straight
With springs he’d made from wire
He wrapped them round and round the spire
Got the tension nearly right
But the springs went twang the spire went bang
And it bounced off out of sight
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com
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