Tag Archives: Rhyme

A Goat Named Jane

Whilst swimming in a deep castle moat
A goat ate my brand new coat!
And when I did complain
She said, “I am Jane.
And you are the butt of this joke!

Whilst Sitting in a Builder’s Hut

Whilst sitting in a builder’s hut
With a mongrel named mr Mutt,
A goat called Hocking
Ate my girlfriend’s stocking.
And then, she ate that hut!

Mopping Up

Earlier today, I recorded my poem “The Man with the Mop”:

(“The Man with the Mop” can be found in my “Selected Poems”, which is available on Amazon, and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.)

When A Naughty Young Lady Of Bangkok

When a naughty young lady of Bangkok
Lost a brand new shoe and sock.
An elderly lady named Ann
Said, to her husband Dan,
“That is not my shoe and sock!”.

When A Young Lady Wearing No Pyjamas

When a young lady wearing no pyjamas
Said, “Sir, have you seen the bananas?”.
I said, “I must stress
That I like your undress.
But you really should wear some pyjamas!”.

There Was A Young Lady Of Leicester

There was a young lady of Leicester
Who worked as a stock market investor.
She grew rich on shares
In both apples and pears,
So I married her, posthaste, in Leicester!

Dearth

Summers grow dry.
But sceptics deny,
And welcome grapes in England’s
Once green and pleasant land.

The watering can and hosepipe
Refresh the earth
Day and night.

There is a dearth.
For, I find
Within the sceptic’s mind
A different kind,
Of drout.

When Miss Emily Wrote Wuthering Heights

When miss Emily wrote Wuthering Heights
They said, “that rhymes with tights.
A young lady named Hocking
Removed a fine, silk stocking,
As I sang, “oh sweet delights!”.

A Beautiful Young Lady Climbing the Stairs

A beautiful young lady climbing the stairs
Said, “I suffer from very bad nightmares”! .
I said, “my dear miss Elane,
That must cause you great pain.
Shall we dine on apples and pears?”

When a beautiful young lady climbing the stairs
Said, “I’m afflicted by the most horrible nightmares!”.
I said, “my dear miss elane,
That must cause you great pain.
And your bedroom is up these here stairs?”