Poem Archive
If Only She Were a Leopard
Camille the chameleon, changing her skin-tone,
Rides round on the shoulder of Angus McFinnbone
Although he adores her it’s apt to dishearten
His pet when he puts on the family tartan
Ooze a Slimy Fellow, Then?
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
And the Jail Was Made Out of Concrete
The first little pig built his house out of straw
Then the building inspector arrived at the door
“The plans for this dwelling have not met approval C
This baleful construction is marked for removal.”