When Kafka went and wrote The Trial
They said, “there can be no denial
That this book is strange
And the characters quite deranged!
And this novel is called The Trial!”.
When Kafka went and wrote The Trial
They said, “there can be no denial
That this book is strange
And the characters quite deranged!
And this novel is called The Trial!”.
In the land of smiles
Poets are free
To while away their time
In sweet poetry.
But a poet may find
His mind turn from rhyme
To bar girls who,
(strictly between us 2),
Have no time for rhyme …
As we drove fast round a very tight bend
A young lady said, “lets pretend I’m your girlfriend!”.
I said, “in this sports car
You and I will go far!”,
She said, “remember that this is only pretend!”
When a gorgeous young lady named Grace
Invited me back to her place,
I met with the Devil,
Who was not on the level!
But I enjoyed my time with Grace!
A man in a boat on a moat
Went and wrote a poem on his goat.
But the poem was not profound
And the poet he sadly drowned
And the police they are questioning the goat!
There once was a poet in a garret
Who lived all alone with his parrot.
I regret his verse
It grew steadily worse
Until he was murdered by his parrot!
FOWC with Fandango — Speculate – This, That, and the Other (fivedotoh.com)
I met a young lady named Kate
Who said, “you must speculate to accumulate!”.
So I spent all my money
On Kate and Miss Honey.
And now I own just a plate!
I met a young lady of Sheffield
Who said, “all the men they yield
To the sweet charms
Of my warm arms”.
I said, “what! In this muddy field!”
I met a young lady named Belle
In the bar of a seedy hotel.
We spent our time
Discussing rhyme over wine,
Now the papers feature me with Belle!
There was a young man named Nool
Who was famous for his versatile tool.
A spinster called Shilling
Employed him for drilling
As she’d heard of Nool’s versatile tool!