I met a nymph in a wood
Who was both fair
And good.
I said to her
“I wonder could …?”
In a manner most coy
She replied “my dear boy
The weather is hot
And I really should
Not …”.
I met a nymph in a wood
Who was both fair
And good.
I said to her
“I wonder could …?”
In a manner most coy
She replied “my dear boy
The weather is hot
And I really should
Not …”.
There was a young man named Rory
Who was a one nation Tory.
A bust of Disraeli spoke
And told him a joke.
That drunken one nation Tory!
There was a young man named Baker
Who worked as an undertaker.
One day a corpse awoke
And gave him a poke.
Today he works as a cake maker.
There was a young lady named Pam
Who produced a good deal of spam.
She discovered too late
That her hot date
Was a blogger who’s name was Sam!
There was a young lady from Humber
Who had an accident with a cucumber.
While preparing a salad for two
She tripped over my shoe
And entered a very deep slumber.
—
There was a young lady from Humber
Who had an accident with a cucumber.
While preparing a salad for two
She tripped over my shoe
And impaled herself on that cucumber.
—
There was a young lady named Ria
Who went hunting for a deer.
A stag crept up behind
And said “you will find
My antlers are extremely sharp I fear!”
There was a young man named Nile
Who fell in love with a crocodile.
The creature said “come close my dear
And let me whisper in your ear”.
And she smiled a beautiful smile …
There was a young lady named Sally
Who said “I shall your sins tally”.
I made reply “and I yours,
But behind firmly closed doors
Who knows how we dilly and dally! …
There was a young Labrador named Muff
Who’s knowledge of grammar was extremely rough.
He thought correct spelling a pain
And said “I will always maintain
That all one needs is a woof!”.
An annoying young man named Guy
Said “this music makes me want to die!”.
So they turned it up real loud
And someone brought him a shroud,
But Guy he refused to die!
The wind is blowing
And soon I will be going
Outside.
Or perhaps I should hide
In here
As the weather is drear
And the prospect of writing
Is somewhat inviting.