Billowy willowy
Billowy willowy hedge row bare inside the crocherd thorn of last springs nesting pair, below a Badgers snore so content and fat above the sentinel Crow upon an Oak branch sat, but beware of the darkened skies for they cloak the mischievous cat, Billowy willowy there bloweth mi hat.
Billowy willowy hunting Buzzard blown,a relieved little vole darts to his river bank home,amid an old Churchyard yew adorning a frosted plume a Parliament of Owls debate the waning of the Moon.Heard, a haunting tune from within the dank marshland mist of the Bitterns boom forlorn and helpless,as he yearns of an echo of a young love long lost,she was taken, unbeknown to him by the bitter Bittern frost, but as is saddened heart dies in quietly her soul flies,they lie entwined forever atop reed bedded cloth.
Billowy willowy Grey granite lashed a Lighthouse keepers tipple tipped from his flask, his blood runneth cold as the stormy fathoms shout, colder still when his candle blows out. But as he relights the wick to save lost Mariners at sea he thinks, cor blimey it's billowy wintry.
Billowy willowy frozen to the bones,balaclava heads and toggled duffel coats, hill top sledge, sniggering snow ball flurry , closed school children trudging home in a slow hurry.Stands a snowman stout with a coal pit grin a parsnips nose and a double chin, a pork pie hat far to small for his head, and a scarf wizzled away from the end of Grandads bed. As a new mizzling of snow falls, and day light wears thin, the snowman's heart is sad as all the children are called in, from atop a lampmans ladder TEN O'CLOCK ALL IS WELL!! billowy willowy chimes steeples bell.
Billowy willowy snow drifted in, log's a cricklin and a cracklin, window sashes rattle, loose roof slates cackle, whistling winds tune awakens the lofts bat snuggle.
Steaming copper kettle whistles, tinned bath lads laugh, a warm clementine glow on a little sleeping dogs back.
Old fireside yarns from fathers Celtic brogue, beneath great grans crossed stitched home sweet home.
As little eye's close and teddy bears are squoze the stairwell bekons, promising dreams of Rudolph and tied red ribbon bows.
So away to bed floppy night caps and gowns, darned bed socks and yawning frowns, tucked away and kissed goodnight, the closing bedroom doors tune accompanies a loving mothers nitey nite .Old grandfather strikes twelve and aching floor boards settle, inglenook embers die and children nestle,there's two things among many that so warms my winter cockles,that's my family eiderdown, and my hot pot water bottle oooooo!!!!!
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