There was a young man called Pailing
Who owned a goat named Grayling.
One day the animal got out,
And his neighbour did shout,
“Pailing! Grayling has just eaten my railing …!”
There Was A Young Man Called Pailing
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There Was A Young Man Called Neil
There was a young man called Neil
Who dated a girl in high heel.
When she stood on a wall,
She was 12 feet tall,
It made his senses reel!
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There was a young man called Neil
Who dated a girl named Lucille.
When she stood on a wall,
She was 12 feet tall,
It made his senses reel!
There Was A Young Lady Called Anna
There was a young lady called Anna
Who waved a rather rude banner.
When people did complain
She said, with disdain
“This is just my normal manner”!
There Was A Young Lady Called Nell
There was a young lady called Nell
Who lived in a wishing well.
It was dark and cold
And I am told
That she had nowhere else to dwell!
There Was A Young Vampire Called Dracula
There was a young vampire called Dracula
Who’s knowledge of languages was spectacular.
In general, vampires communicate very well,
Although I have heard tell
That they sometimes employ the vernacular!
There Was A Young Lady Called Mariah
There was a young lady called Mariah
Who had a burning desire
To visit the sun,
So there she did run
And was consumed by a raging fire!
There Was A Young Lady Called Pam
There was a young lady called Pam
Who liked to generate lots of spam.
When the cyber cops came to take her away
She said, “I rue this day
And in future will stick to ham …!”
There Was A Young Lady Called Pearl
There was a young lady called pearl
Who’s heart was all in a whirl,
Over a man she met.
I do forget
Whether she did dance and twirl …!
There Was A Young Man Called Jack
There was a young man called Jack
Whose view of the world was black.
When they asked him “why?”
He said, with a sigh,
“because I always take the flak …!”
There Was A Young Lady Called Gale
There was a young lady called Gale
Who wrote to her lover in braille.
He said with a look most perplexed,
“Really, I’m vext,
For my fingers,can not read braille …!”
K Morris - Poet 