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 …!
As I pondered on the approaching Halloween
I spied a black cat eating cream.
When I said, “are you magic?”,
He said, “no, but its tragic!
As I’ve eaten all of your cream!”
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!”.
I know a young man named Keith
Who is known as a prodigious thief.
His pretty wife Lin
Is full of sin.
But I’m not that fond of Keith …
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!”.
My dear friend the beautiful Miss Lee
Has won prizes for her erotic poetry.
She came round last night
With a girl called white
And we played at cards till 3.