A snowman alone, looking sad,
and lost and forlorn, for he had
Just lost his friend Ray
Who had melted away
Still, Ray knows how it feels now, the cad!
Although the child did not know it,
Our young Algernon was born a poet.
From three, all the time,
He spoke in scansion and rhyme
But talent, alas, did not show it.
A lady from Limerick town
This isn't the one I've put the first line for, but here's a complete one that in the last hour or so has sprung unbidden.
The wicked Lady Mondegreen
Killed three husbands to win her demesne,
But when people misheard
Her carefully framed word
She burst, splattering them all with her spleen.
Now back to
By the light of the silvery moon
The dish ran away with the spoon
pursued by a mop
unable to stop
And they all carried on until noon.
An owl who'd paired off with a cat
An owl who'd paired off with a cat
Donned some boots and a colourful hat
But it felt like a twit
To woo a cool kit
Though it really impressed a young gnat
While sailing in their pea-green boat
With a couple of florins and a silver groat
The waves started to rise
To their great surprise
Since they were only afloat on a moat
There once was a star-struck young thing
Who would always sing My Ding-A-Ling
In time innuendo
Reached such a crescendo
That they begged her to never more sing
Mrs Badger had three badger cubs
Who frequented three different pubs.
They liked real ale
Eschewed Watney's Pale
Sayin' we ain't gonna be fobbed by no subs
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and lost and forlorn, for he had
and lost and forlorn, for he had
Just lost his friend Ray
Who had melted away
Still, Ray knows how it feels now, the cad!
Our young Algernon was born a poet.
From three, all the time,
He spoke in scansion and rhyme
But talent, alas, did not show it.
A lady from Limerick town
The wicked Lady Mondegreen
Killed three husbands to win her demesne,
But when people misheard
Her carefully framed word
She burst, splattering them all with her spleen.
Now back to
A lady from Limerick town
was heard to declare, with a frown,
was heard to declare, with a frown,
That she disliked fish
Or any Irish dish
A lady from Limerick town
was heard to declare, with a frown,
That she disliked fish
Or any Irish dish
But in whiskey her sorrows would drown
The dish ran away with the spoon
The dish ran away with the spoon
pursued by a mop
unable to stop
And they all carried on until noon.
An owl who'd paired off with a cat
Donned some boots and a colourful hat
Donned some boots and a colourful hat
But it felt like a twit
To woo a cool kit
Donned some boots and a colourful hat
But it felt like a twit
To woo a cool kit
Though it really impressed a young gnat
With a couple of florins and a silver groat
While sailing in their pea-green boat
With a couple of florins and a silver groat
The waves started to rise
To their great surprise
With a couple of florins and a silver groat
The waves started to rise
To their great surprise
Since they were only afloat on a moat
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Who would always sing My Ding-A-Ling
Who would always sing My Ding-A-Ling
In time innuendo
Reached a crescendo
Who would always sing My Ding-A-Ling
In time innuendo
Reached such a crescendo
That they begged her to never more sing
Fell in love with a bumble bee
This unlikely match
Fell in love with a bumble bee
This unlikely match
With a buzzy little catch
Fell in love with a bumble bee
This unlikely match
With a buzzy little catch
Meant honey for the bee's in-laws tea
And to his amazement he found
A large treasure chest
And an old string vest
A piece of old pot and a pound.
Who frequented three different pubs.
Who frequented three different pubs.
They liked real ale
Eschewed Watney's Pale
Sayin' we ain't gonna be fobbed by no subs
Was unsure which real ale he should pick
He tried them all
And felt such a fool
When he could no longer speak, only hic!
And also a bit of a wuss
And also a bit of a wuss
He won't hunt for mice
And also a bit of a wuss
He won't hunt for mice
Made of sugar and spice
And he always makes rather a fuss
Surprisingly given to hurry
Surprisingly given to hurry
She crossed the road
Ahead of a toad
Surprisingly given to hurry
She crossed the road
Ahead of a toad
Then fell in a bucket of slurry
A really hot Ruby Murray
A really hot Ruby Murray
But the toad went ahead
Enjoyed with naan bread
While tortoise was stuck in the slurry.
Wondered what had happened when
The moon was so bright
Last Saturday night.
He wondered, then took up his pen,
Was read by a critic called Ben
Was read by a critic called Ben
Who said it was worse
Than most other verse
Was read by a critic called Ben
Who said it was worse
Than most other verse
Because the last line didn’t rhyme