Tag: poem

How these toys work I just do not know

They just keep breaking apart, just like so

I’ll glue them together

Yes that will be clever

Now those toy blocks can never LEGO

There was a dog breeder called Daniel

Who wed a frog breeder called Hazel

They went mad one night

And to their delight

Ended up with the first croaker spaniel

A fool and his money soon part

Goes the saying in many an art

This we all know

But can somebody show

How he got all that money to start

A soldier once went for a nap

As a bird got in a bit of a flap

It fell down the cannon hole

That shot off its clumsy fowl

There’s more than a feather in ones cap

Doggy heaven is paved of pure gold

Which is not what they want I am told

You see dogs would not care

Should the pavements be bare

If hydrants where at the end of each road

Hickory dickory dock, three mice ran up the clock. The clock struck one, but the other two escaped with minor injuries

Teachers kind,

Teachers gentle,

Teachers clever,

And I am mental.

It’s not the cough that carries you off,

Its the coffin they carry you off in.

There was a young boy from Milan.

Who’s Poems I just had to ban.

For although they did rhyme

And they did every time

The last part for some odd reason didn’t, almost, but not quite, though close, scan