There was a young lady named Polly
Who was known for her love of melancholy.
Her verse was so sad
It drove us all mad
So we exiled that girl to a folly
There was a young lady named Polly
Who was known for her love of melancholy.
Her verse was so sad
It drove us all mad
So we exiled that girl to a folly
There once was a young lady in slippers
Who was famous for her custard and kippers.
Her food was real nice
But that girl’s only vice
Was serving kippers whilst dressed in just slippers …!
There once was a writer named Hatch
Who was fond of having a scratch.
He liked to write
With his dog White
Whose fleas would cause Hatch to scratch!
There was a phlegmatic young man named Matt
Who was fond of stroking his cat.
When a ghoul appeared
And most wickedly sneered,
He said, “its always a pleasure to chat”.
There was a young lady named Sally
Who liked to loiter in an alley.
When a man called Ted
Said, “is that dress red?”,
She said, “I live near this alley …”.
When a lady high in a tree
Said. “come here and sit with me”.
And I feared I would fall
She said, “o! don’t you recall,
That you fell long ago with me …!”
A young lady composing a poetic line
Said, “I’ll have another glass of wine
As the more I drink
The more I do think
That my poetic line is truly divine …!.
When an elderly gentleman named Matt
Said, “have you seen my cat?”,
A man called Hogg
Spoke of his dog,
And me? I ate my hat!
A bishop riding on a goose
Said, “modern morals are too loose!”.
The creature said, “honk!”,
Which rhymes with bonk,
As it’s morals where somewhat loose!
When I met a young lady named Lou
Who said, “I’ll explore my fetish with you!”,
I began to dream
Of strawberries and cream.
But Lou’s shoe left me black and blue!