There once was a man with an easel
Who made friends with a wise old weasel.
He painted great lakes
And big juicy steaks,
While the man he would hold that easel.
There once was a man with an easel
Who made friends with a wise old weasel.
He painted great lakes
And big juicy steaks,
While the man he would hold that easel.
There once was an actor named Moat
Who kept a stoat in a boat.
When it ran up the dress
Of a waspish critic called Bess,
The audience clapped Moat and his stoat!
I once knew a man known as Moat
Who said my poetry was of little note!
His friend Coaker
Said, “its mediocre!”.
I hear that they drowned in a moat …
When a poetical young lady named Sue
Wrote an erotic poem about Miss Lou,
A man called Ted
Fell out of bed,
Which left mor room for those 2 …!
There was a young man named Lyme
Who was fond of rhyme and crime.
He stole my verse,
Which made me curse!
So I ended Lyme and his rhyme …!
As I loitered in a dark alley
I got arrested by police constable Sally.
I was buying fine art
From a girl called Heart –
But the jury believed police constable Sally …!
A young lady wearing 100 bras
Said, “I shall fly to Mars!”.
But those bras being tight
She stayed home all night,
With a Martian eating chocolate bars!
I met a young man named Guy
Who works in the field of AI.
His programme writes verse
Which grows steadily worse.
But some say its written by Guy!
I met a young lady named Rose
Who said, “I am fond of crows.
I left my perfume
In this changing room.”
I said, “it’s here with your clothes …!”.
When a young lady named Henrietta
Sent me a poisoned pen letter,
I said to Miss Gale,
“Hasn’t she heard of email?
Its much quicker than a letter!”.