There once was a chap from Kilkerry,
Who's arms were as brown as a berry,
But the hue of his face
As he tied up his lace
Was as red as a bottle of sherry.
(Written Feb/March 1995)
Usain Bolt, like a thunder bolt
Dashed and darted to his final halt
With all the might combined
Pushing his opponents behind
Making the world wonder if Bolt, a man or a colt
A funny old bird is a pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belican.
Food for a week
He can hold in his beak,
But I don't know how the helican.
There was a young person whose history
Was always considered a mystery.
She sate in a ditch,
Although no one knew which,
And composed a small treatise on history.
There is little of time we receive
and it never will grant a reprieve.
If you take some, as such
now and then (but not much) ,
you will never have time up your sleeve.
A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny,
‘A canner can can
Anything that he can,
But a canner can’t can a can, can he?’
There was an old person of Troy,
Whose drink was warm brandy and soy,
Which he took with a spoon,
By the light of the moon,
In sight of the city of Troy.
There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger!
He tore off his boots,
And subsisted on roots,
That irascible Person of Bangor.
Amongst the great Names, were the Freuds
Who collectively suffered from 'roids
Said their Doc with surprise
Oh my dears with that size
I suggest you insure 'em with Lloyds.
There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse had a terrible fall;
But, though split quite in two,
By some very strong glue,
They mended that Man of Nepaul.