Nelly the elephant plunked her trink and trundled off down the fog horn. Home she went with a clumpity clump stump stump bump. The head of the nerds was calling far far away. He called one night when he was on his bike and unloaded lots of hay. So Nelly trumpeted and drunk trumbled off down the jumble. The dancers laughed to see such fun and had a quick fumble.
I grew up in the home counties around London during the 50's and 60's. Went to several art schools including Southend ,Chelsea and Manchester. Trained as a painter and printmaker but now mostly using collage. Collect novelty songs and old mail art amongst other things too numerous to mention.