But You Should See the Rest of My Family!
My sister was an oddball
Ever since she was a tot
And she has these wild ideas
Of what she is and what she’s not
My sister was an oddball
Ever since she was a tot
And she has these wild ideas
Of what she is and what she’s not
The world’s greatest pickpocket, Gaudy the gecko
Is faster than sound, disappears like an echo
When asked what he looks like, no memory lingers
It pays to blend in when you have sticky fingers
“I don’t like lambs, I don’t like sheep,”
The milkmaid, Marge, was heard to mutter
“But offer me a baby goat …
I love a little butter!”
My name is Polly Tishun
And I’m known for being vague,
And making empty promises
From Sydney to the Hague;
I travel long and far and wide
Your precious vote to woo,
And tell you things I know will please
But never plan to do.
The mushroom, rope around his stalk
– And far too terrified to talk –
Jumped off the bridge his heart a-thumping
And launched the fad called fungi-jumping
The Manx feline entrepreneur
Attends to every detail
With nine shops on the Isle of Man
He’s called the king of retail