There once was a man named Laker
Who got a job as an undertaker.
When a ghoul appeared
He said, “that’s weird!
Its such fun working as an undertaker!”
There once was a man named Laker
Who got a job as an undertaker.
When a ghoul appeared
He said, “that’s weird!
Its such fun working as an undertaker!”
There once was a man named Wong
Who spent all his days going bong!
An old Grandfather clock
Begged him to stop
As he did those bongs all wrong!
I met a young lady of Chester
Who is known as a bed tester.
When I found her in mine
It was after much wine
Singing songs with a jester from Manchester!
There once was a Gladioli called Gladdis
Who fell in love with a radish.
But a jealous old cabbage
Turned really quite savage,
As he loved that Gladioli named Gladdis!
There once was a poet named Hind
Who said, “the best is all behind!
My once great verse
It grows steadily worse!
And the critics all kick my behind!”.
Their youthful passion unlocks.
She loses shoes and frock.
Then the vicar knocks …!
A young lady known as Miss Ice
Has a reputation for not being nice.
Her real name is Coral
And she’s so very immoral!
But to me she’s always been nice …!
I met a group of young women
Who spoke of the joys of sinning.
But I, being shy
Hid in a pie
With the beautiful and talented Miss Winning!
When I met a young lady of Kampala
Who said, “I worked in a massage parlour”.
And I said, “but Coral!
You are so very moral!”.
She said, “they sacked me from that parlour …!”
When a rude and unfeeling young lad
Said, “your poems are so very bad!”.
I wept full sore
And said, “tell me more!”,
As I soundly thrashed that lad!