Post by Barry Hodges, Bard of Gosforth on Oct 11, 2011 11:22:47 GMT
Some informed folks I know do declare that,
at over six hundred thousand square miles,
Mongolia is the nineteenth largest and yet
the most sparsely populated country in the world,
but that still means nearly three million Mongols,
more mongos than in the entire bleeding UK.
The place is crawling with goats however
and some of the women look little better,
(if I were sufficiently ungentlemanly to say as much).
I was wandering gaily around a Ulan Bator shopping mall,
with my Uncle Poo-Bah in his heavy-duty wheelchair,
checking out disabled access to the red-light bars,
when a gang of drunken Buddhist priests,
rushed out of a nearby concrete toilet-yurt
and gave old Poo-Bah a right Mongolian thumping,
and we tried to run (well at least I did).
But, O terrible and marginally unfair twist of fate,
his wheelchair o'erturned and hurled my Nunk
down a manhole into an open sewer.
Dear Lord and Father of Mankind, forgive me,
but I ran like ******* from that horrid place
and I can assure you, dear readers one and all,
I will probably not go to Mongo-land again in a hurry,
especially bearing in mind the appalling exchange rate,
and the smell from the noisome drains.
[edited by Daphne as it contained a slightly rude word and Daphne hates vulgarity in all its forms]
at over six hundred thousand square miles,
Mongolia is the nineteenth largest and yet
the most sparsely populated country in the world,
but that still means nearly three million Mongols,
more mongos than in the entire bleeding UK.
The place is crawling with goats however
and some of the women look little better,
(if I were sufficiently ungentlemanly to say as much).
I was wandering gaily around a Ulan Bator shopping mall,
with my Uncle Poo-Bah in his heavy-duty wheelchair,
checking out disabled access to the red-light bars,
when a gang of drunken Buddhist priests,
rushed out of a nearby concrete toilet-yurt
and gave old Poo-Bah a right Mongolian thumping,
and we tried to run (well at least I did).
But, O terrible and marginally unfair twist of fate,
his wheelchair o'erturned and hurled my Nunk
down a manhole into an open sewer.
Dear Lord and Father of Mankind, forgive me,
but I ran like ******* from that horrid place
and I can assure you, dear readers one and all,
I will probably not go to Mongo-land again in a hurry,
especially bearing in mind the appalling exchange rate,
and the smell from the noisome drains.
[edited by Daphne as it contained a slightly rude word and Daphne hates vulgarity in all its forms]
