Ian Cumpstey
Ian Cumpstey A mariner sometime ashore, Was relating a fable of yore. When I slumped in a doze, He disturbed my repose, And he started his story once more. A bricklayer living in Bath, Was asked to help out with a path. Laying flagstones was strange: Made an interesting change. And then he went home for a bath. There once was a cat on a mat, It lay for a while, then it sat, It stretched and it purred, And then nothing occurred, So it curled up and slept. That was that.
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