Poem Archive

The chilli thinks he’s pretty hot
The carrot, she’s a jewel
The bean will string you any line
But cucumbers are cool

“I don’t like lambs, I don’t like sheep,”
The milkmaid, Marge, was heard to mutter
“But offer me a baby goat …
I love a little butter!”

I’m shorter now than yesterday
And lighter too, I think
Depressed ’cos I was overweight
I went to see a shrink