Poem Archive

Her darling ex-husband was killed in foul weather
A victim of motor cars badly behaved
If only he’d snuffed it while they were together
Just think of the lawyers’ fees she could have saved!

Doug the slug was a smug little thug
Till the day Moby Stick he harpooned
He met his just fate when, with malice innate,
He tried to rub salt in the wound

The butcher’s wife raged through their shop
A single-minded holocaust
She took all of his sausages
And left — now he’s de-wors-ed