Tag Archives: nonsense verse

My Literary Estate

I am marrying a young lady named Kate

Who will inherit all of my literary estate.

She says, “writers have money”,

Which I find really funny –

As she’ll inherit all of my literary estate …

If there is No Heaven or Hell

If there is no heaven or hell

Then one may as well

Give in to sin.

 

 

But they say Hell’s fire is hot

So perhaps better not

Play with pretty Miss Moriah.

 

 

Though I have heard the atheists tell

There is no hell.

So I’m going to heaven

With Moriah at 7 …

The Man Who Liked to Eat Chalk

A man who liked to eat chalk

Said that it helped him to talk.

One day, feeling bored,

He swallowed a blackboard.

Which worked very well with that chalk!

 

Reading in Bed

When I met a young lady in red

Who said, “do you read when in bed?”,

I said, “dear Miss Ling

Do you fancy a fling?”,

She said, “I only read in my bed!”

Assaulted by a Tree!

In the churchyard, something fell from a tree

And nearly hit me

There is a time for composing fine rhyme

About graveyards and mortality.

And the occasional limerick can be great fun.

But trees assaulting me!

That makes me run!

Paul Who Jumped from a Very High Wall

There was a young man named Paul

Who jumped off a very high wall.

He aimed for custard

But landed in mustard!

Which was far too hot for Paul!

Dawn who Like to Eat Acorns

When a young lady known as Dawn

Went and swallowed acorns on the lawn,

And they said to her, “dear!

Trees will sprout from your ear!”,

She said, “pardon!”, and swallowed another acorn

Gorgeous Miss Unity

The gorgeous and very talented Miss Unity

Is well known in the poetry community.

She reads her verse nude,

Which many find quite rude!

And then I go home with Unity …!

 

The Careless Young Guy

There once was a careless young guy

Who fell into some very sharp cacti.

He said with a squeal,

“These are the real deal!”.

Then sighed and died from those cacti!

 

Midnight Poetry

As I sat reciting poetry at midnight

I spied a young lady dressed in white.

When I said, “are you a ghost!”,

She said, “no! I’m your host!

And your poetry woke me up at midnight!”