There was an Old Man of The Hague
Who suffered from cold sores and plague
So his quarantine nurse
Arranged for a hearse
Which soon soared, but his plague was quite vague.
There was an Old Man from the Pole
Who wanted to get off the dole
So he asked Santa's clerk
For some permanent work
But was told to push off and eat Coal.
At the pole with the birds who don't fly
Explorers are known to cry:
"They told me chocolate biscuits
Fill this place, but not shaped disc. It's
Clear we came here on a lie".
There once was a knitter called Pam
Whose wool got all covered in jam
Which sweetened her needles
But vexed all the Beadles
Who liked their gowns knitted with spam
A haughty young thing from Westminster
Was formerly known as a spinster
She married a bloke
We'd all like to choke
For motives that seem rather sinister.
There once was a man who sold fudge
Who got taken in front of a judge
When asked why he dunnit
He said *By the punnet
It's much better value than sludge*
(Sorry about that - what a load of cack I do write...)
There was a Young Lady of Hants
There was a Young Lady of Hants
Who had many very strange pants
And odd coughs and some splutters
And peculiar mutters
Brought on by an invasion of ants
A woman who answered a poll
Thought it exceedingly droll
To be asked what she thought
When the answer was *nought*
And the topic the state of her soul.
There once was a keen chimney sweeper
Who always went deeper and deeper
He went down and down
Met a man with a frown
He was in the house of The Grim Reaper.
There once was a scatterbrained nanny
Whose actions were strange and uncanny
She sang to her wards
Of magical swords
And the wolf who had eaten their granny
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Who suffered from cold sores and plague
So his quarantine nurse
Who suffered from cold sores and plague
So his quarantine nurse
Arranged for a hearse
Who suffered from cold sores and plague
So his quarantine nurse
Arranged for a hearse
Which soon soared, but his plague was quite vague.
Who wanted to get off the dole
So he asked Santa's clerk
For some permanent work
Who wanted to get off the dole
So he asked Santa's clerk
For some permanent work
But was told to push off and eat Coal.
Explorers are known to cry:
Explorers are known to cry:
"Why can't there be owls
Or colourful fowls...
Explorers are known to cry:
"They told me chocolate biscuits
Fill this place, but not shaped disc. It's
Clear we came here on a lie".
Explorers are known to cry:
"Why can't there be owls
Or colourful fowls
Like peacocks or budgies, why oh why?
Whose wool got all covered in jam
Whose wool got all covered in jam
Which sweetened her needles
Whose wool got all covered in jam
Which sweetened her needles
But vexed all the Beadles
Whose wool got all covered in jam
Which sweetened her needles
But vexed all the Beadles
Who liked their gowns knitted with spam
Who cooked up a magical fluid
Who cooked up a magical fluid
But the hubble and bubble
Was far too much trouble
Who cooked up a magical fluid
But the hubble and bubble
Was far too much trouble
So he gave up and ran off to Clywd.
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No confidence in Boris. all cry
No confidence in Boris, all cry
Begone, wretched Toddler, goodbye
Begone, wretched Toddler, goodbye
First of all, brush your hair
Begone, wretched Toddler, goodbye
First of all, brush your hair
- that is, if you dare -
A window is waiting on high.
Was formerly known as a spinster
She married a bloke
We'd all like to choke
Was formerly known as a spinster
She married a bloke
We'd all like to choke
For motives that seem rather sinister.
Who got taken in front of a judge
Who got taken in front of a judge
When asked why he dunnit
Who got taken in front of a judge
When asked why he dunnit
He said *By the punnet
It's much better value than sludge*
(Sorry about that - what a load of cack I do write...)
There was a Young Lady of Hants
Who had many very strange pants
Who had many very strange pants
And odd coughs and some splutters
Who had many very strange pants
And odd coughs and some splutters
And peculiar mutters
Brought on by an invasion of ants
(*abbreviation for the English county of Berkshire, and pronounced Barks)
Who gave work to indigent clerks
Who gave work to indigent clerks
They wrote with quill Pens
In foul-smelling Dens
Refusing to help poor Aardvarks.
Thought it exceedingly droll
Thought it exceedingly droll
To be asked what she thought
Thought it exceedingly droll
To be asked what she thought
When the answer was *nought*
Thought it exceedingly droll
To be asked what she thought
When the answer was *nought*
And the topic the state of her soul.
There once was a keen chimney sweeper
Who always went deeper and deeper
Who always went deeper and deeper
He went down and down
Met a man with a frown
He was in the house of The Grim Reaper.
Whose actions were strange and uncanny
Whose actions were strange and uncanny
She sang to her wards
Of magical swords
Whose actions were strange and uncanny
She sang to her wards
Of magical swords
And the wolf who had eaten their granny
Whose actions were strange and uncanny
She sang to her wards
Of magical swords
And ghosts in a faraway cranny.
Who grew spinach in her large backyard.