There was a young policeman named Glass
Who had a great fear of the mass.
When the mob engaged in riot
He would go very quiet.
His nerves where brittle as glass
There was a young policeman named Glass
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There was a young lady from Bombay
There was a young lady from Bombay
Who used to live down my way.
She sang like a bird
But today I heard
That she flew back home to Bombay
There was a poet who lacked the art
There was a poet who lacked the art
To hide what lived in his heart.
He could not conceal.
His verse was gritty and real,
So they pilloried him for his art.
There was a young lady named Jane
There was a young lady named Jane
Who’s stiletto got stuck in a drain.
Her best friend Lou
Lent her a shoe,
And the stiletto remained in the drain!
There was a young Communist named Neil
There was a young Communist named Neil
Who started the revolution’s wheel.
It whirled round and round
And to the ground
It pinned that revolutionary Neil
There was a young man named Hogg
There was a young man named Hogg
Who decided to start a blog.
He soon got bored
And remarked “oh lord,
I shall give this blog to my dog!”
There was a man who suffered from introspection
There was a man who suffered from introspection,
Which frequently led to dejection.
A surrealist, called Mark
Said “your future is dark,
As you are a mere computer projection”!
There was a young man named Jones
There was a young man named Jones
Who’s habit it was to throw stones.
He lived in a glass house,
Along with his spouse.
That unfortunate young man named jones!
His bed learned to speak
His bed learned to speak.
Ere the week
Had passed,
That bed was only good
For firewood …
There was a young man named Nool
There was a young man named Nool
Who made friends with a ghastly ghoul.
The local vicar, named Fred,
Shook his grey head,
And called him a blithering fool!
