BEASTLY TALES

NUMBER’S UP

Reginald Ramsbottom collected motor vehicle licence plates.
As a consequence, he collected a dubious inner circle of mates.
He collected them from all over the world,
Before, into the waste bin, they were hurled.
“Hey, fatso, I got a plate from Kalamazoo.”
“I bet you really wish you had one too!”
“I’ll go one better,” fatso did say, “I’ve got a box of plates from Beijing”
“Wow, you clever old thing, how did this coup, you did manage to bring?”
And so it went on, this one-upmanship.
The heady feel of competition, them, did grip.
“I’ve got a plate from the Island of Schmuck.”
“You can’t have, for there, there is neither car nor truck.”
“I have! I’m telling you it’s true!”
And soon they were fighting, A real Blue!
“I’ve just got the plate of the first Model “T” Ford.”
“How can you say this hobby leaves one bored!”
Where do you keep all your collection of plates?
“On the wall, there they’re visible to my mates.”
“Of course, I’ve nearly run out of space.”
“And my wife thinks it all a real disgrace!”
He was told, “I would sooner watch paint dry.”
His response was only a desperate sigh!
What really caused him consternation from head to feet.
Was the comment, “I’d sooner put my head in a bucket of wet concrete!”