You should record these limericks and the text from the story and send them to me on Telegram. When I get your recordings, I will send you a certificate!
Cindy, Lynette, Billy Jean,
The three prettiest women I’ve seen,
Cindy is sixty,
Lynette’s over fifty
and Billy Jean’s nearly sixteen
There once was a thief known as Keith,
with thick thighs, no thumbs and three teeth.
He slipped on a feather
in terrible weather.
Now Keith’s got no thumbs and no teeth!
I once asked a girl with a bird
What were the worst words she had heard
She said worth was worse
than thirst, hurt or nurse.
But work’s the worst word in the world.
The witch had a cat and a very tall hat
And long ginger hair that she wore in a plait.
How the cat purred and how the witch grinned,
As they sat on their broomstick and flew through the wind.
But how the witch wailed and how the cat spat
When the wind blew so wildly it blew off the hat.
“Down!” cried the witch and they flew to the ground.
They searched for the hat but no hat could be found.
Then out of the bushes оn thundering paws
There bounded a dog with the hat in his jaws.
He dropped it politely, then eagerly said
(As the witch pulled the hat firmly down on her head),
“I am a dog, as keen as can be.
Is there room on the broom for a dog like me?”
“Yes!” cried the witch and the dog clambered on.
The witch tapped the broomstick and whoosh!
They were gone.