There was a young lady of Tibet
Who was known for her strange pet.
She crossed a pyjama
With a Tibetan Llama.
She did it just for a bet!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
The Strange Pet
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Art in the Park
When a girl who is fond of art
Took her clothes off in the local park,
Her friend Kate
Painted her portrait,
And the bishop he lounged in that park …
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Lady in Red
When a naughty young lady in red
Was found hiding under my hospital bed,
A nurse known as Lou
Said, “I’ll spank you two!”,
Now our bums are sore and red!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Lou Who Has a Fondness for Eating Glue
I’m dating a young lady named Lou
Who has a fondness for eating glue.
When I aske her why
She says, with a sigh,
“its just what I have to do!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
The Bishop’s Lapse
When a single young lady in red
Made love in the bishop’s new bed,
And the bed it collapsed
She said, “we have lapsed!
And we’ve landed on the vicar’s head!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
There Once was a Man from Norwich
There once was a man from Norwich
Who was extremely fond of his porridge.
When they fed him Weetabix
He hit them with sticks
So they kicked him out of Norwich!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
The Hungry Vampire
There once was a vampire named Lake
Who entered a restaurant to eat steak.
A waitress called Moriah
Said, “you’re a vampire!”,
Are you sure you want that stake!”
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
When a Strange Young Lady Named Gwen
When a strange young lady named Gwen
Went and woke me at around 10,
And I said, “are you a nurse?
She said, “no! its far, far worse!”.
Then she showed her fangs did Gwen …!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Always Write What you Know
When a young lady named Miss Flow
Said, “you must always write what you know”,
I wrote about her
And our sordid affair –
Now I’m corresponding with her lawyer called Joe …!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
I am bored.
I am bored, but alive
And appear to thrive.
The hospital food is good,
But too much pud
Will make me very fat,
So I avoid that!
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I don’t miss my beer
As much as I thought I would,
But I wish I could
Make the day less drear with beer!
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I hear the seagulls cry
And I would fly
Away if I could
But I am stuck here
In this place drear.
Yet I am still alive
And appear to thrive!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
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