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

There was an old man in Waihi
seriously needed to pee
He went to the river
but damaged his liver
And they found him out at sea