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 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!
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!
There was a young lady named Coral
There was a young lady named Coral
Who was extremely stern and moral.
She dated a man named Bill
Who asked “I wonder will …?”
It led to quite a quarrel!
There Was A Young Lady Named May
There was a young lady named May
Who one day went astray.
She met a gnome,
Who took her home.
What more can I say …
K Morris - Poet 