It was the mice that made me do it, I was thinking of pudding with suet, But my brain turned to cheese, When the mice cried "Yes please!" One day soon I'll get a Round Tuit.
There was a young woman from Dartford
Who built lovely jewlry to sell in places like Hartford
She tried to make her lymerick
Punchy and realy rather slick
Which she nailed like double top in a dartboard
I thank you lol
Wow Hull Rider! Are you here all week? Your poetry makes me feel completely weak at the knees dontcha know? And so now I must go. To do some good works for the meek?
*and one day I'm going to rhyme words with more than one syllable!*
There once was a real bright spark
In a not too well lit street he did park
A twoker came into sight
His intent to steel and make flight
A guard dog put paid with his BARK
In days of old when men were bold
Nowt around to eat but bread with mould
Allong came a biker with his sword
His mission to fight the evil hoard
And to make damsels wither in his hold
;o)
Ladies withering are not attractive,
They're so much better when they're active!
Please spare them your grip
& leave go of their hip!
& sit down! You're hyperactive!
I was pondering the subject of hedonism,
Whilst gazing through an optical prism.
Were it free, it would be nice,
But you will find there's ALWAYS a price
for random acts of lesbianism.
Hah! Check out those babies... loads-a-syllables!
to wannabe.
Upon your latest work i gaze,
and quite truly, I am amazed.
For within but a blink, of an eye,
you seem to be writing on a high.
How long did they take, for you to write,
I bet you did'nt get much sleep last night.
Sleep? Sleep is for wimps
And soporific chimps!
Insomnia's where it's at,
If you want to be a cool cat!
Now I'm off to fly blimps?
Oh dear... it was never going to last was it?
You may wear a Wimpole
And even dance a Maypole
Have a dig at a biker or two
Now is it a boot or a shoe
You insert to mouth or just sole
(somfin fishey lol)