The Bongaloo
Published by Rick on Saturday, January 23, 2010.
"What is a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"A Bongaloo, Son," said I,
"Is a tall bag of cheese
"Plus a Chinaman's knees
"And the leg of a nanny goat's eye."
"How strange is a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"As strange as strange," I replied.
"When the sun's in the West
"It appears in a vest
"Sailing out with the noonday tide."
"What shape is a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"The shape, my Son, I'll explain:
"It's tall round the nose
"Which continually grows
In the general direction of Spain."
"Are you sure there's a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"Am I sure, my Son?" said I.
"Why, I've seen it, not quite
"On a dark sunny night
"Do you think that I'd tell you a lie?"
"A Bongaloo, Son," said I,
"Is a tall bag of cheese
"Plus a Chinaman's knees
"And the leg of a nanny goat's eye."
"How strange is a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"As strange as strange," I replied.
"When the sun's in the West
"It appears in a vest
"Sailing out with the noonday tide."
"What shape is a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"The shape, my Son, I'll explain:
"It's tall round the nose
"Which continually grows
In the general direction of Spain."
"Are you sure there's a Bongaloo, Daddy?"
"Am I sure, my Son?" said I.
"Why, I've seen it, not quite
"On a dark sunny night
"Do you think that I'd tell you a lie?"
Your Editor's favourite poem by Spike Milligan.
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