Tuesday 17 December 2013

The Oxbode


There’s a cow that’s stuck
At the end of the lane.
With his head in the pathway,
And his feet in the drain.
The street is so narrow
The ox was so wide
They couldn’t  release him
But how hard they tried.

A butcher was called for
To cut up the beast
Into hundreds of pieces
“Oh what a feast”.
The butcher who sliced him,
He started a sale,
And sold him as Brisket,
Steak Sirloin and Tail.

Then up spoke the farmer
And said “never again”
Will I drive my cattle
Down Oxbode Lane”.

( Based on a local nursery rhyme The Oxbode was pronounced Oxbody”)


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