05/02/2012 by Polly Robinson 2 Comments Compo he Stomp-o A daft poem especially for Holly Compo he stomp-o Up hill-o, Down vale-o, He smell-o Like poo-o; Loves Nora Batty-o In her baggy stockings-o. He wears a grungy knitted hat and old wellies. Polly Robinson © 2012 PrintEmailFacebookTwitterLinkedInLike this:Like Loading...