Too much teasing can be bad,
suspense driving me mad.
I love a rhyme i love a quiz,
but equally a glass of fizz.
The prospect of a furrowed brow,
whilst delving thru the clues somehow,
a mix of pleasure and of pain,
rapt in the task, no thought of gain.
The end in sight at last at last,
go on I`ll have another glass.
Oh my Mamyalynne...
Fetch the bottle of Gin!
Your verse puts me to shame...
But the Quiz ..can you name?
Join the Mystery Tour..
This is the number four!!