I once got my finger snagged on a far away tree. It hurt to buggery and back.
If wit were shit, you'd be up to your elbows in it Mr Many Coats.
Whereas you, Nana Goffin, are dazzling!
Ohhh now you Ragged Ramblers know the way to an old ladies heart. If I were forty years younger the larks we would have. Old Nana Goffin could swing a leg with best of them. I could tell you young ones a thing or two. You are all such sweet boys and all very welcome round Nana Goffins house anytime you like.