I know a young lady named Rose
Who is known for crossing her toes.
When I say to her, “honey,
Why do you walk so funny!”.
She says, “I’m forever crossing my toes!”.
I know a young lady named Rose
Who is known for crossing her toes.
When I say to her, “honey,
Why do you walk so funny!”.
She says, “I’m forever crossing my toes!”.
Cuts bite.
A degree
Isn’t free.
At night
Students learn
To turn
Their looks
Into books
I have known
In the biblical sense
Many young women.
I make no pretence
That their names
Where all known.
I know a young lady named Nelly
Who is famous for her smelly wellie.
We went to a gallery
With an artist called Valerie,
And exhibited Nelly’s wellie in a jelly!
When a young lady who sat mixing paste
Said, “your poetry is not to my taste!”,
Just for a caper
I grabbed some wallpaper,
And stuck it to her using that paste!
As the autumn weather grows colder,
And I older,
The thought of warm bed clothes
With a Kate,
Or a rose
Still appeals.
I have known heels
To measure
My pleasure.
But pleasure passes,
For rakes and lasses,
And the graveyard grasses
Claim our name.
There is a young lady named Lou
Who is known for her easy virtue.
My good friend Dan
Is a generous man
Whose known for his charity to Lou …!
There is a young lady named Kipper
Who is famous for using a slipper.
I have heard tell
She does it well.
And the vicar he’s lost his slipper!
5 degrees.
Wet trees
Drip yesterday’s rain.
The autumn came
Bringing acorns
And precious rain
To woodland lawns.
There once was a man named Ted
Who recited Chaucer standing on his head.
But a driver called Gus
Said “not on the bus!”,
So he quoted the great Dickens instead!