It Was a Harebrained Idea
Radish the rabbit is hopping as mad as a hatter
Whose hat has been munched by a goat
He’s marching with hares: Lewis, Carol and Alice,
Protesting they don’t have the right, yet, to vote
She’s a Fawkesy Lady
Penelope has never had a boyfriend or a lover
It seems the task of finding one is simply way above ’er
Her mother says if she don’t find a husband ere December
She’ll kick her out the house so hard she won’t even remember!
It Wasn’t Me!
Of this short verse I am the poet
But I have no desire to show it
So I will say I think it’s dim
And it was writ by Sue de Nym
His Friends Always Said He’d Go Far
Toby the toad hopped across the main road
As if it were a river-games tournament
With a hop and a jump and a vroom and a bump
He became a Mercedes hood ornament
He Was Potty About Her
The potter and his girlfriend fought
She trashed his work across the floor
She called him some atrocious names
Then packed and, leaving, slammed the door
I’ll Give It Up – One Day
I hate procrastination
The thief of time and peace
It makes my life so difficult
Next week I’m gonna cease