The Bottom-Pincher of Old Trowbridge Town (the latest in a line starting with Milligan/ Goons’ Dreaded Batter Pudding-Hurler of Bexhill-on-Sea, and Milligan/ Two Ronnies’ The Raspberry-Blower of Old London Town)
There’s a town in West
Wiltshire,
That stands out proud beyond
the A4.
Let me tell you a tale of old
Trowbridge,
That you’ve not heard of
before.
For in this quiet, peaceful
corner,
With its old High Street
& its shopping,
Things most nefarious were
afoot,
Which would have your jaw
dropping.
The old Village Pump had its
characters,
Near The Lamb there were
girls and old punks,
The bag-ladies, and
kebab-sellers,
And the usual winos &
drunks.
Trow-Vegas car parks and the
toilets,
The back-streets and the
alleys,
But surrounded by great country,
With rolling hills & some
valleys.
T’was a peaceful town it’s
reported:
In the Gazette there was an
article,
About the town’s small Hadron
collider
And the search for the
Chippenham particle.
But then this peace was
suddenly broken:
The ladies there broke into a
sweat,
For out on the streets one
day,
Emerged a terrible new
threat.
An elusive figure, a
pimpernel,
His crime was a clincher:
Creeping up behind ladies:
The phantom bottom-pincher.
At first they were all in an
outrage,
For he didn’t seem really to
choose
The attractive younger ladies:
It was the older ones he
tended to goose.
But soon they felt themselves
flattered:
I just have this to mention,
It may have been a bad thing
to do,
But really they liked the
attention.
For shopping in Trowbridge
was boring,
Thrills could be quite hard
to find,
Even if the criminal was
unknown
At least someone’d touched
their behinds.
So no-one ever reported the
crime,
The police were powerless to
act,
But the ladies’ husbands
became annoyed
And vowed vengeance - that’s a fact.
The provisional wing of the
Salvation Army
Were brought in to scout,
But they never spotted the
crime,
They never caught the chap
out.
The bum-pincher became a
popular figure,
Of his habit he took fully
his fill,
There was no-one to get cross
with,
For the victims shared in the
thrill
So you’ll find if you go into
Trowbridge,
It’s a town of wonderful
places,
But now you know the deep
secret
Of so many smiling faces.
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