There was a young lady from Bangkok
Who wrote poetry while drunk on Hock.
A literary man named Paul
Said “tis so easy to fall
For poetical girls in Bangkok”.
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There Was A Young Man Called Rory
There was a young man called Rory
Who was a romantic Tory.
He met a Socialist girl
(Her name was Pearl),
But that’s another story!
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who said “I am in love with you!”.
So she lent me some money
(That sweet, darling honey)
And now I’m in love with Sue!
There Was A Young Lady Called Joan
There was a young lady called Joan
Who called me up on her phone.
When I asked, “who are you?”
She replied, “believe me, its true!
I’m Joan, calling you on my phone!”.
There was a young lady called Joan
Who called me up on her phone.
When she said, “is that Lou?”
I replied, “no, but thank you
For calling me up on your phone!”.
There Was A Young Lady Called Kim
There was a young lady called Kim
Who was both petite and slim.
A man of fashion
Developed a passion
And Kim was no longer slim.
There was a young lady Called Kim
Who was both petite and slim.
Being a girl of fashion
She developed a passion
For a dandy who’s name was Tim.
There Was A Young Man Called George
There was a young man called George
Who did on baked beans gorge.
He made a sound
And all around
Deserted that young man called George!
There Was A Young Lady Called Claire
There was a young lady called Claire
Who had very long blonde hair.
At nesting time
I wrote a rhyme
For the birds that nested there …
I Know A Young Lady Called Lou
I know a young lady called Lou
Who composed a poem about a shoe,
As my good friend Jane
Cudgeled her brain
Over her husband’s missing shoe …
There was a young lady called Lou
Who composed a poem about a shoe.
While drunk on cheap wine
All seemed fine
And now I have her shoe …
There Was A Young Lady Called Leigh
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who tied me up at 3.
At half-past four
I said, “no more,
Tis time for the vicar’s tea!”.
There was a young lady called Leigh
Who tied me up at 3.
At half-past 4
I said, “no more!”.
But she did not agree!
I Know A Young Lady Called Heather
I know a young lady called Heather
Who being light as a feather
Wears not
A lot
When the weather
Is hot
As we walk together
Through the heather …