I Fell in a Parisian River
What would you do
If I said, “Mice go moo!”
Would you madly miaow like a mule
Or guffaw like a goat
From the back of your throat
And emphatically call me a fool?
Even Her Paintings Are Reproductions
The packet said the tablets were for infertility
So the beauty pageant entrant thought, “That’s how I want to be”
The quins are due before the leaves begin their fall defection
And she’s brooding on the issue of her crowning “Miss Conception”
I’d Give My Eye-teeth to Be Free
The young man had his teeth knocked out
Before he was apprenticed
So they bandaged him to stem the blood
And took him to the dentist
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
Growing Old Takes Pluck
There’s not much hair upon my head
With age, I wondered where it goes
But then I realized instead
It plugs my ears and fills my nose