Relentless Knishes
There was an old lady from Wales
Whose skin was all covered with scales
She said, "I'm a fish"
"I go well with knish"
"As long as you don't mind entrails"
There was an old gent from Leeds
Who liked to grow acorns from seeds
His oak was so mighty
It made him feel flighty
That he left for a life with the reeds
There once was a gal from Ohio
Who fibbed when she wrote up her bio
She said she was thin
And never touched gin
But smelled and looked like a silo
There was a young lad from Bermuda
Who wrote poems just like Neruda
His Spanish was poor
He had a bedsore
His motives were oft misconstrued-a
An earnest young scholar from Perth
Read Milton for all she was worth
By indulging in vice
She found, in a trice,
It just made her helpless with mirth
I once knew a gal from Korea
Who had one relentless idea
Whilst roasting some poodles
She thought "I'll make oodles
Selling rice paper lamps to Ikea"
| Contributors: | F, Karin, archaeopteryx, Kansas Sam, archaeotperyx, Grayman, Ethetran, Beefy, Roland, Padfoot. |
| Poem finished: | 14th October 2003 by Anon.. |