Poem Archive

I thought I sought a puddy tat
Until I owned Sylvester
Who stalked my c’nary day and night
Desiring to ingest ’er

Doug duckling’s never happy
You will often see him frown
He says that’s just the way he’s made –
He’s always feeling down

Syd Swan drank too much Unknown Grouse
And next day really felt like heck
He woke up with a headache
And a knot tied in his neck