Not Fake News. Urban Legends

There was a cad from Wellington,
Whose tales were quite compelling, son,
He’d charm with a grin,
And promises thin,
Buy by Thor he was a lotta fun

There was a man from Onerahi
always sicks did no mahi
on November fifth
he got the drift
The bomber wore his khaki

Something kind of hit me today
I turned around and walked the other way
I figured if I went back
those musings might be black
And sleeping dogs are best left to lay

There once was a young fakir
who always wanted to sit there
He got so many tickets
they littered the thickets
He had to leave for a year

There was an old man from Bombay
sat cross-legged all day
He went on a fast
to see how he’d last
But now he’s faded away

It was four in the morning
before the grey dawning
When i woke with a fright
and in the moon’s light
Faced a bull in the awning