'Whittaker' can't bear to sit twiddling his thumbs. These musical limericks were written riding home on the Glasgow Subway!
A fellow who played the bassoon
Declared his new crook was a boon;
Not for him silver plated,
This was far higher rated,
Rising stars always aim for the moon.
A lady who played the guitar
Could be heard strumming chords from afar.
Her long-held ambition,
Indeed was a mission
To be billed as a red-carpet star.