Rindercella By Ronny Barker "the genius"

[Knighty]

 

Ronnie Barker - the genius

 

In memory of a great man. Ronnie RIP.

 

This was originally shown on on BBC TV back in the seventies. Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger (though god knows how many takes).

 

Irony is that they received not one complaint. The speed of delivery must have been too much for the whining herds. Try getting through it without converting the spoonerisms [and not wetting your pants] as you read.

 

This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.

 

Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.

 

At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.

 

The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.

 

Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.

 

At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.

 

The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.

 

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on.

 

He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

 

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince

 

Lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.

 

 

[Deskpilot]

Brilliant, you can't beat British comedy.

 

 

[Yenn]

Bonnie Rarker. What a milliant bran we has.

 

 

[Guest brentc]

I once heard a similar poem recited at Disney Land by a live performer.

 

It was about Friar Tuck.

 

Needless to say I didn't think it was appropriate for the audience!

 

 

[Knighty]

Bonnie Rarker. What a milliant bran we has.

Yep, he definately was a fart smella

 

 

[Guest Jokerman]

My wife used to be a Primary school teacher. As an ice breaker in the first week she would take the first letter of the first name and swap it with the first letter of the surname. So Ronny Barker became Bonny Rarker, or Friar Tuck if u will, as already mentioned.

 

One year she couldn't do it as one of the boys in her class was named:

 

Martin Farmer.

 

Pretty innocuous normally... ;-)

 

Gordon