Tom tiddle om, tiddle om tom tom. <br />The drummers played as they marched along, <br />close behind were the infantry. <br />they were smart as smart could be. <br /> <br />The cavalry were there of course, <br />each man riding on his horse. <br />Oh what a wonderful sight to see <br />the soldiers in their finery <br />. <br />At the head was Major drum <br />who had a very large tum tum. <br />He was dressed in red and gray, <br /> But his big tum tum got in the way. <br /> <br />As he marched so very proudly. <br />Someone in the crowd said loudly. <br />He wont cut such a dashing figure, <br />If his tum tum gets any bigger. <br /> <br />The people yelled, the people cheered., <br />the king was laughing in his beard. <br />The queen. she nearly had a fit. <br />when the Major’s trousers split. <br />, <br />First they sniggered then they laughed. <br />when the Major felt the draught. <br />No one there had ever seen <br />a major wearing shorts of emerald green. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />April 2003<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feeling-the-draught/
