Short Poems, Long Poems & Limericks
There was a grand old Dukebox
That contained 10,000 men
And the Duke marched them up to the top of their scales
And he marched them down again
And when they were up they were sharp
And when they were down they were flat
And when they were singing in harmony
The Duke would bow and take off his hat!
There once was a ghost of a pigeon
Who was more dead than alive, just a smidgen
Whenever he'd coo
He only went Boo!
And could scare all the cooks in a kitchen
“When will I stop growing?”
A giant asked his mummy
“I've grown at a rate
Of one meter a day
Ever since I left your tummy”
"That's 7 meters every week
Or 365 a year
Times twelve because it's
My birthday soon
Which makes 4380 meters quite clear"
“I hope that I stop growing”
The giant he did sigh
As he pulled a bird
Out of his ear
And a plane out of his thigh.