I don't think the wedding was legal.
The shotgun wasn't loaded!



JOHNNY DINKLE

Johnny Dinkle was a fisherman,
Yes a fisherman was he.
He saw a pretty girl, Then asked.
" Will you marry me?".

She replied quite sternly.
" No you ugly brute,
I would never marry thee.
Even if you were the last fisherman,
Ever to fish upon the open sea".

Now Johnny Dinkle was a fisherman,
No ordinary fisherman was he.
He never caught a single fish,
Just winkles for his tea.

For Johnny Dinkle was a winkle Picker,
Picking winkles by the sea.
One day he found a winkle,
As big as big can be.

There seemed to be something wrong
With It, It didn't seem to right.
Being the size it was,
It even glowed at night.

He took it round to show her,
It was a cunning plan.
For he knew that once she saw it,
He would soon be a married man.

She was all bow's and ribbons,
With dresses made from lace.
But when she saw his winkle,
Oh the shock upon her face.

Although she was a lovely lass,
She told her dad.
Which wasn't very bright,
That she had seen a winkle. It was
The biggest one she's ever seen.
And it even glowed at night.

In her mum she confided,
It belonged to Johnny Dinkle.
It was as big as big could be,
He whipped it out to show me.
When he asked to marry me.

It was a shotgun wedding,
Because he had his fun.
Her mum brought Johnny Dinkle,
Her father brought his gun.

The moral of this story,
If married you don't wish to be.
If you catch a giant winkle,
Don't show it to your girl,
Just throw it out to sea.










Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-02-01 at 00:06

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Hans Bump
Quite creative and fun.
2022-02-03


LacyxDevine The PoetBay support member heart!
What a wonderful play on words!
2022-02-01