Even a Drill Isn’t This Boring
Patrick pig droned on and on
Relating stories of the war*
His stymied wives snored on and on
He really was a dreadful boar
A Poor Fat Cat
A tubby tabby, Tibbles,
Has a chronic case of nibbles
So he eats at eight and every hour thereafter
As he walks along the street
Imprac-tickle
The boa developed a rash on his tummy
An ailment that makes him less brash and more chummy
He’s starving and can’t even scratch where it itches
He squeezes his prey but they leave him in stitches
Candy, Randy and Bandy
Candy the cat said to Randy the rat
We should go into business together
You round up the mice – three or four would be nice
And we’ll feast like two birds of a feather
This One’s a Fabrication
Can I pull the wool over your eyes?
Will you cotton on to my stunt?
’Twill be a surprise if you get it
’Cos denim is mined back to front
He Could Be In a Stew
The sheepdog, tired of work said, “I
Could live much better in the sty
I’d lie all day in mud and sleep
And never see another sheep!”