When a morbid young man named Matt
Wrote a sad poem about his cat,
The feline gave a great yawn
And said, “this is too forlorn”,
And ran in pursuit of a bat!
When A Morbid Young Man Named Matt
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When A Disreputable Young Man Named Warner
When a disreputable young man named Warner
Entered a darkened Sauna,
The receptionist called Paul
Said, “all men fall,
And today the girl working is Lorna!”.
I Met A Young Lady Named Ling
I met a young lady named Ling
Who says she likes to swing.
But when we attended a swingers party
With the great and the literati,
I saw not 1 single swing!
Early Afternoon Humour
When a young lady named Leigh
Said, I have a degree!”,
And I asked, “where did you study?”,
She said, “in fields very muddy,
As my degree’s in archaeology!”.
—
A young man named Mole
Being possessed of a poetic soul,
Recites dark and mournful poetry
To a young lady called Leigh,
Whilst wearing a washing up bowl!
—
A young lady named Megg
Says she’s layed an egg.
The tabloids have gone wild
And a patents been filed,
But Megg is pulling their leg!
When A Young Lady Named Rose
When a young lady named Rose
Said, “I shall a poem compose!”,
A police constable called Kate
Said, “that really is great,
But please, put on some clothes!”.
A Young Man Named Glynn
A young man named Glynn
Wished to give up gin,
So he ordered lemonade
From a pretty barmaid,
Which led him into sin!
When A Young Lady Named Flair
When a young lady named Flair
Suggested that we have an affair,
I said, “that’s perfectly okay,
But I’m with Claire today,
And do you have to glare!
A Young Lady Named Claire
A young lady named Claire
Invited me into her lair,
Where we spent a most enjoyable time
Engaged in performing great rhyme,
Until her husband he found us there!
A Young Man Whose Name Is Mow
A young man whose name is Mo
Said, “it fills me with great woe
When I see so many beautiful young women
Who spend all of their time sinning,
And the red lights they so eriely glow!
There Was A Young Lady Named Dixon
There was a young lady named Dixon
Who had an addiction to flash fiction,
And when she died
The great literati cried,
But this rhyme is nought but fiction!
