As I was going to…
Steve’s,
I took a wrong turning,
and went to St. Ives,
where I met a man
who had had many many wives
(None of them his own –
the naughty man)
and each wife
had a bone to pick,
and each bone was
a quarter inch thick,
and each quarter inch
wasn’t really that thick…
Man, wives, bones, thicks…
How many people we’re going to Steve’s?
Graeme Sandford 