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A peer was stalking a roebuck
In a misty Scottish glen.
BANG! went his well-charged rifle.
A miss, then BANG! again.
"TWO misses", roared his lordship,
as his stockings trailed in the wet,
"Serves me right for not wearing
a Thoroughgrip Garterette"
Beachcomber often read from letters he received. My favourite:
"Get your orang-utan off my lawn, or I'll set fire to your bidet"
Signed, Well Wisher
Beachcomber's reply:
"...I know all about you and a certain Miss Maureen Body of Hampstead Heath - and other open spaces"
THe Goons and Monty Python simply picked up the baton.