There was a seagull called Mark
Who lived in my local park.
He ate nothing but bread
And was terribly overfed,
That lazy seagull called Mark!
There Was A Seagull Called Mark
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There Was A Young Lady Called Georgia
There was a young lady called Georgia
Who worked as a credit card forger.
When she forged the sherif’s credit card
He took it very hard
And imprisoned her in Georgia!
There Was A Young Lady Called Ria
There was a young lady called Ria
Whose view of the world was drear.
She lived all alone
In a castle of stone
With nothing to drink but beer!
There Was A Young Man Called Guy
There was a young man called Guy
Who wrote a poem about I.
It wasn’t very long,
Being more of a song,
And I think that I was Guy!
There Was A Young Man From Dover
There was a young man from Dover
Who suffered from a terrible hangover.
When he called for the hair of the dog
His servant Hogg
Brought him a canine called Rover.
There Was A Young Lady Named Lynn
There was a young lady named Lynn
Who wrote a treatise on original sin.
She was rather pretty
And extremely witty
And an expert on original sin!
There Was A Young Lady Called May
There was a young lady called May
Who performed in a very strange play.
Having neither beginning nor end
Her friends all contend
That it really wasn’t a play!
There Was A Young Man Called Jim
There was a young man called Jim
Who asked me to write about him.
I lacked the time
To compose a rhyme
On account of his pretty wife Kim …
There Was A Man From Bristol
There was a young man from Bristol
Who threatened me with his pistol.
When the gun backfired
As I desired
He flew many miles from Bristol!
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There was an elderly man from Bristol
Who threatened me with his pistol.
He said “keep away from my daughter
Or I will you slaughter
With this powerful water pistol!”.
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There was a young man from Bristol
Who was a collector of crystal.
He owned an antique gun
And just for fun
I shot him with his pistol!
There Was A Young Man Called Mark
There was a young man called Mark
Who wrote a poem about the dark.
It was late at night
And he haden’t much light,
So his poem was bleak and stark.
K Morris - Poet 