Poem Archive

Joszef the froggy was feeling quite groggy
He’d just had a look at his genealoggy
His forebears, from Warsaw, were royal and soulish
And when he was young he did feel a tad Polish

Bill, a gorilla as strong as Godzilla
Pumped iron ’til struck by catastrophe
The babes who would sigh at his shape said, “Good-bye”
When his muscles all started to atrophy

The potter and his girlfriend fought
She trashed his work across the floor
She called him some atrocious names
Then packed and, leaving, slammed the door