There was a young poet called Morris
Who laid claim to The Odes of Horace.
When they put him on trial
He said “there can be no denial
That my real name, it is Horace!”
There Was A Young Poet Called Horace
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A Short Sighted Police Officer Called Mia
A short sighted police officer called Mia
Arrested a young lady named Tia.
On taking another look,
She said “I mistook
You for my nemesis Maria!”
There Was A Young Man Called Adolf
There was a young man called Adolf
Who was very fond of his golf.
On his wedding day
He stayed away
And played with his golfing partner Rolfe!
There Was A Young Man Called Mike
There was a young man called Mike
Who said “I can do as I like”.
He two-timed his girl
(her name was Pearl).
She said “Mike, get on your bike!”
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The term To “two-time” is an informal way of indicating that someone has been unfaithful to their partner.
Again, the term “on your bike” is an informal way of saying “never darken my door again” or, to put it more bluntly “get lost”!
There Was An Elderly Poet Called Lott
There was an elderly poet called Lott
Who long ago had lost the plot.
He wrote copious amounts of verse,
Which grew worse and worse,
Although Lott knew it not!
There Was A Young Lady Called Lou
There was a young lady called Lou
Who caused quite a to-do,
When she lost her gown,
In the middle of town.
The crowd it grew and grew!
There Was A Young Lady Called Tia
There was a young lady called Tia
Who lived in constant fear
Of what walked behind,
For she knew in her mind,
‘Twas the devil who lurked in the rear …!
There Was A Young Man Called Tony
There was a young man called Tony
Who went shopping to purchase a pony.
The girl in the bakery said,
“we sell only bread,
And my favourite name it is Tony!”
There Was A Young Man Called Drew
There was a young man named Drew
Who owned a pet kangaroo.
They lived in a house,
Along with his spouse,
Believe me, its perfectly true!
An Elderly Writer Sat Alone In His Garret
An elderly writer, sat alone in his garret
Dreaming of champagne and claret.
He said, to himself,
I have little wealth
And my only companion is this parrot!
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