There was a rabbit that had no home;
Such hopping soul could only roam.
Where ever he’d pass,
He'd eat of the grass.
And such, for him, was the norm.
There was an Old Man of Vesuvius,
Who studied the works of Vitruvius;
When the flames burnt his book,
To drinking he took,
That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.
A boy who was waiting for Santa
was engaging in innocent banter
with his sister Louise
who was such a big tease.
All this happend in ancient Atlanta.
There was an old cowboy from Texas,
Who in the west had so many exes.
So he moved to New York,
To get some new work,
And get away from the war of the sexes.
When, in Vienna, Doc Sigmund Freud
who at that time was duly employed
by the town of whipped cream,
he would take out your dream,
leave behind super-ego and void.
I see myself in the Jacuzzi
but not with your average floozie.
As I like some pizzaz
I may yet ask Mahnaz
they say beggars are usually choosy.
So many women from Azerbaijan
fell in love with this Belgian.
When it was found
he was a dogging hound
they drowned him deep in a vat of valium.
In the mirror I saw myself nude,
and I do not intend to be rude.
But my wide open eyes
could not take in the size,
so I mumbled 'By God, what a dude'.
There was a Young Lady of Lucca,
Whose lovers completely forsook her;
She ran up a tree,
And said, 'Fiddle-de-dee!'
Which embarassed the people of Lucca.
There was an Old Man of Cape Horn,
Who wished he had never been born;
So he sat on a chair,
Till he died of despair,
That dolorous Man of Cape Horn.