It’s A Barefaced Cheek!
The dormouse shaved his tiny chin
And cheeks, then with panache
He wandered down the High Street
Showing off the first mouse-tache
Life Is Unpredictable
Horace Cope, the cloaked clairvoyant
Was in festive mood and buoyant
Not since 1962
Had something he foretold come true
The Spark of Life Has Left Him
Van de Graaf is dead, they say
His death was not dramatic
A happy fellow while he lived
But now he is exstatic
Its Name Was Shah…
The cat sat washing on the mat
There’s nothing special about that
The rug is Persian where she sat
Does this make her a Persian cat?
Burning With Passion
The boy stood on the burning deck
His trouser legs ablaze
He prayed the flames wouldn’t pass his knees
And finish his courting days