There once was a poetical old monk
Who composed a poem about his skunk.
A pretty young nun
Said, “that was fun”.
And then they spoke of that skunk.
There once was a poetical old monk
Who composed a poem about his skunk.
A pretty young nun
Said, “that was fun”.
And then they spoke of that skunk.
When a young lady waving a gun
Said, “are you up for some fun!”.
Having learned not to trifle
With a girl’s big rifle,
Of course I agreed to some fun …!
Whilst visiting a place known as Stonehenge
I met a young lady from Penge.
She was dressed as a Druid
And her identity was somewhat fluid,
And she said she came from Penge …
There was an old lady of Penge
Who advertised her garden rockery as Stonehenge.
Many rich Americans came there
And one known as Claire
Purchased that rockery and all of Penge!
When I found a young lady in red
On the floor by my fine old bed,
And I said, “my dear,
How did you get here!”,
She said, “I fell out of your bed!”.
When a young lady known as Claire
Said, “I’d like to call you sir”.
I said to Miss Jane,
“Its you with the cane!
I think Claire should call you sir!”.
When an old man driving a hearse
Went and composed a very poor verse,
A corpse named Ted
Said, “I am dead!
But I still object to poor verse!”
Whilst visiting a place known as Clapham
A girl said, “I’ll make it happen!”.
When I said, “does it involve money?”,
She said, “o, my dear naïve honey,
Don’t you know everything does in Clapham!”
I awoke on an island with seals
And spied a young lady in heels.
When I said, “my dear,
How did we get here!”,
She said, “we got kidnapped by seals!”.
I know a young poet named Lee
Who says, “my poetry will outlast me!”.
I regret his verse
Grows steadily worse
So they pay him to teach poetry!