This Protection Thing Is a Racket
The catamaran chased the mouseamaran
All over the bay till he caught her
So the mouseamaran called the dogamaran
And begged him to come and to thwart her
Pop Was a Weasel
I dated one summer a lady named Susan
Whose father, a drunkard, was oftentimes bruisin’
Her mother and her for no rhyme or good reason
But all the year round it was “broad-beating season”.
At first I could not understand her distraction
Until I found out, then I sprang into action
What Goes Around …
Grown-up Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Her surgeon’s degree on the door
The ill-advised spider who sidled beside her
In sections is strewn ’cross the floor
Now He’s a Guard Cat
The cat had half his brain removed
And lost his feline spark
No longer bright enough to mew
All he can do is bark
Scratch Carefully!
The witch did itch
Which made her twitch
And from her broom she did unhitch
A switch of niche