The Plane Truth
Pontius the pilot was flying his plane
From Vigo to Gijon and all over Spain
Wherever he flew it, it started to rain
Which nearly drove Pontius, our pilot, insane
Too Lazy To Complain?
When the beasts were created
Nobody debated
Whether He who designed ’em
Could p’rhaps have refined ’em
His Energy Never Flags
He waltzed around the winger
Struck the striker dumb with skill
Reminiscent of a Pele
Or a Zico from Brazil
Then He Fenced It
The kleptomaniac was feeling seriously peeved
Divested of his dignity and totally aggrieved
He’d been accused of pilfering which always made him tense
By a railing manufacturer, that’s why he took a fence
SILV’RILOCKS
Silv’rilocks knocked on the door
Though why she did, I’m not quite sure,
At ninety, she’s as deaf as wood
(Nor would she listen if she could)
It’s Very Draining
Eentsy Weentsy spider, stubborn as a mule
Climbed up the spout, ignoring ridicule
“We’ll see you soon,” they mocked and as they did
Down came the rain and back to earth she slid