五行打油诗之二

　　 There was a young lady of Niger

　　 Who smiled as she rode on a tiger;

　　 They returned from the ride

　　 With the lady inside,

　　 And the smile on the face of the tiger

　　 Why?

　　 Two towers crashed down from the sky

　　 Causing innocent people to die

　　 Terror and war

　　 What is it for?

　　 I never will understand why

　　 A Limerick for Paul

　　 A middle aged man called Paul

　　 Said 'No' when his angel did call

　　 Please go away

　　 I want to stay

　　 I'm living and having a ball

　　 I know that I'll meet you one day

　　 But for now just please go away

　　 I'm writing a book

　　 If you want you can look

　　 Just go and let me have my say

　　 I'm good you can check with my wife

　　 But sometimews I find I'm in strife

　　 Don't pinch my car

　　 Or you won't get far

　　 And I'll make you pay with your life

　　 I don't want to meet the Grim Reaper

　　 But he seems to think he's my keeper

　　 Now's not my time

　　 I'm busy with rhyme

　　 He'll just have to dig that grave deeper

　　 Christine

　　 There once was a girl called Christine

　　 She smoked far too much nicotine

　　 She coughed and she spluttered

　　 The Doc came and muttered

　　 She has to go in quarantine

　　 Monique

　　 There once was a girl called Monique

　　 She had such a perfect physique

　　 Her bust is so round

　　 But mine can't be found

　　 Beside her I feel quite a freak

　　 Bertie and Gertie

　　 A couple called Bertie and Gertie

　　 Said life will begin when you're thirty

　　 You lose inhibition

　　 Try any position

　　 Enjoy getting flirty and dirty

　　 Ask

　　 Don't read your teenagers diary

　　 Life at home could become fiery

　　 It's an easier task

　　 More respectful to ask

　　 Just make a discreet enquiry

　　 There once was an old man of Esser,

　　 Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser,

　　 It at last grew so small

　　 He knew nothing at all,

　　 And now he's a college professor.

　　 There was a young lady one fall

　　 Who wore a newspaper dress to a ball.

　　 The dress caught fire

　　 And burned her entire

　　 Front page, sporting section and all.

　　 Let the heart soar freely in the sky.

　　 Get ready for the moment to strike.

　　 It is the day

　　 To fight with grace

　　 Give us the sword to win or die.

　　 There was a girl called Jane Eyre

　　 Sitting at night that dark as her hair

　　 Hard as she thought

　　 Forgot all had been taught

　　 She soon fell asleep in the armchair

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