Hough Nough Broughn Cough
by cricketjeff on September 30, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
It was an ancient breed of cough
The sort that used to pull the plough
They stood beside the misty lough
Until the sunrise heard the cough
And when his morning call was through
The doves began to bill and cough
To keep away a nasty cough
They drained the meadow’s granite trough
This brought about a lone hiccough
Before the last one came to sough
One made a joke straight off the cough
Before the bull said that’s enough
The herd were comics even though
They were not Stephen Fry and Cough.
That’s all the fun brought to this borough
For better spought go try the Corough
Author notes
I’ve got a lousy cold and needed a grin!
English