Four-Minute Fiction: NAUGHTY PETE
Naughty Pete got to his feet and hailed a boat on the water,
He combed his beard, and bore his comb, just like his father had taught...ah...him.
The river was wide, and the boat was narrow,
It carried a sheep, a coat and a barrow,
It negotiated the passage like a fat sweaty arrow,
And travelled from London to Harrow.
Naughty Pete got to his feet, and shuffled onto the quay,
He delivered a belch, in near-word-perfect Welsh,
And strolled into the pub for tea.
And cake.
The End.
Naughty Pete (C) 2005