Jollymanger

The Jollymanger, had a splurge of anger,
The red mist, twisted crisp,
Flaunting his good looks,
With his hands on his hips,

How terrible when he gets the fits,
Shaving the goat, the old man quips,
Do you eat chips?

What, I replied,
I beg your pardon sir,
But what nonsense before my eyes,
Your a Jollymanger are you not?

Indeed I am, however I'm hungry today,
Moneys tight so its spam fritters all round,

Now I see, his meaning is revealed,
A wise old man collecting skins,
Goat's hair being shaved,
Means the adventure begins,

I trotted out of the farmers yard,
Gathered my belongings and looked at him long and hard,
Today is the day before the day after next,
Put your coat on and wrap up warm,
Don't forget your specs,