They Danced the Lambada to Celebrate
Away in the desert just south of San Reno
The lambs were all gambolling in the casino
They got into debt and they got in quite deepish
Bereft of their cash they were left feeling sheepish
It’s Amazing What They Can Make out of Rubber These Days
“Our bouncing baby boy!” they cooed
I sniffed and murmured, “Hi there”
But when I dropped him on the floor
All baby did was lie there
It’s Not Like Elle-on-sea*
“The boring town called Anywhere,” mused Miles, “is not for me
Although I grew up there, it’s really not the place to be”
Alone and lonely all his days, though moving here and there
“I guess,” he sighed, “I’ll always be:
It’s for Frying Doughnuts
I need to put a hole
Right in the centre of my griddle pan
I’ll get it from the wholesaler
Then there will be no middle, man.
Unarmed in a Battle of Wits
A cute chick called Gillian
Quit the civilian
Lifestyle
And entered the army
Her stepfather William
Said, “Girl, you’re a silly ’un,
T’be honest, I think you’ve gone barmy!”
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