There was a young man called Bill
Who decided to make a will.
He wrote it all out
And his friends did shout,
“But bill, you are living still”!
There Was A Young Man Called Bill
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There Was A Young Man Called McFadden
There was a young poet called McFadden
Whose poems would sadden not gladden.
His dad shook his grey head
And sorrowfully said,
“Write something to gladden, McFadden”!
There Was A Young Lady Called Mel
There was a young lady called Mel
Who tried her soul to sell.
Said the devil,
“You are not on the level,
As your real name is Nell”!
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There was a young lady called Mel
Who dated a man named Snell.
They went to the park
When it was dark
And the rest she refuses to tell!
There Was A Young Man Called Jo
There was a young man called Jo
Who dated a girl I know.
Her name was Claire,
But he had an affair
With her best friend Flare,
So the whole thing ended in woe.
There Was A Young Man Called Darren
There was a young man called Darren
Who, wishing to marry his sweetheart Karen.
Rushed to the church,
But she left him in the lurch,
So he married her sister Sharon!
There Was A Young Lady Called Suzie
There was a young lady called Suzie
Who said, “I am extremely choosy
About the men I date,
But it is getting late
And I am very boozy”!
There Was A Fireman Called Jim
There was a fireman called Jim
Who sang many a hymn.
He got a hose
Stuck up his nose
And that was the end of him!
Excess Heat
This excess heat
Will defeat
My erratic thought.
Me caught
Between the desire
For fire
And water.
Yet Poseidon’s daughter
Does cavort
Killing all thought.
Desire
Fire
Water
Daughter.
Forgetfulness in arms
‘Ere the alarms
Of morn
Warn
Of another sultry day
Where man must work, not play.
There Was A Poet Called Kevin
There was a poet called Kevin
Who said, “It being well after eleven,
‘Tis time, I think
To take a drink.
Yes that would be very heaven!
His friend made reply
With a sorrowful sigh,
“It has only just turned seven
In the morning, Kevin”!
There Was A Young Lady Called Flow
There was a young lady called flow
Who said,”you reap what you so”.
She made a dress,
Her friends to impress,
Then found she had nowhere to go!
K Morris - Poet 