granny by spike milligan
through every nook and every cranny
the wind blew in on poor old granny
around her knees into each ear
and up her nose aswell i fear

all through the night the wind grew worse
it nearly made the vicar curse
the top had fallen off the steeple
just missing him (and other people)

it blew on man it blew on beast
it blew on nun it blew on priest
it blew the wig of auntie fanny
but most of all it blew on granny :D

this poem is funny guys so plz comment xxxx