They Always Get Along So Very Well
Three elderly gentlemen in a clattering
austin approaching London
Is this Wembley, anyone?
No, it's thursday now, old son
So am I ... why don't we stop and have us one?
To which they vigorously concurred
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one I've already seen, an episode of Mister Bean? In any case, it's pretty keen!
I got it out of a 1946 jokebook and converted it to rhyme