It was up in hilly Halifax
at holly time of year,
Polly was in pantomime,
she played the horse’s rear.
Her shimmy was a triumph
and up the front was Jimmy,
what a dear.
He’d neigh
in such a cheerful way
while Polly did her walk,
the wonder-horse of Halifax
became the season’s talk,
they came from Leeds and Barnsley,
but they didn’t come from York.
Or Harrogate.
When the pantomime
had done its time
the two remained a pair,
deciding that their lives were now
the thing that they would share.
The costume where the two had met
in due course was released
and for one final performance, the two became the beast.
And at their wedding in the chapel, the priest
having blessed them with a smile,
went riding on the bride and groom,
went giddy, up the aisle.
I like some English Panto fun
And I like Morris tunes
But I don’t like it overdone
Like I don’t like my prunes.