Bongo Jim
A quaint game played in the primary 5 swimming pool changing rooms.
Greg would put both legs through his swimming goggles and then pull them up to his waist, where they nestled just above his winky. This would miraculously make the face of a wizened old man (wearing goggles, of course) who had a long nose (about the length of a 9 year old's winky) and a wrinkly chin. Greg would then dance around the changing room as the rest of the class would sing a rousing chorus of
Boh-oh-ong-go JIM!And his peppery penGUIN!".
I have to confess to being at a loss as where a peppery penguin came into the equation.
Rumors that Greg made one of the girls kiss bongo jim on the nose are unconfirmed. Ooh la la!
Greg would put both legs through his swimming goggles and then pull them up to his waist, where they nestled just above his winky. This would miraculously make the face of a wizened old man (wearing goggles, of course) who had a long nose (about the length of a 9 year old's winky) and a wrinkly chin. Greg would then dance around the changing room as the rest of the class would sing a rousing chorus of
Boh-oh-ong-go JIM!And his peppery penGUIN!".
I have to confess to being at a loss as where a peppery penguin came into the equation.
Rumors that Greg made one of the girls kiss bongo jim on the nose are unconfirmed. Ooh la la!
written by Ra*cid*Nibl*c *he*III*d, approved by Mansh