I’ve never seen Doctor Who,
Quite frankly I don’t have a clue.
Is it time-travel lore?
Or Daleks at war?
What I do know is the Tardis is blue
I’ve never seen Doctor Who,
Quite frankly I don’t have a clue.
Is it time-travel lore?
Or Daleks at war?
What I do know is the Tardis is blue
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
My Bonnie lies over the sea,
But don’t be alarmed
She is rather charmed,
She’s sipping mojitos upon deck three.
What is the point of a Toby Jug?
With its grinning face ever so smug,
A tankard of jest,
In porcelain dressed,
The ceramic embodiment of a Mug.
‘Tis true that I cannot make porridge:
I’ve got a Milk and Oat shortage!
“With water and hay,
make some gruel”, say they,
“Because it has twice as much roughage’
They say in Wales there’s nothing but rain,
Surely those that stay are insane?
For sunshine, you’ll be bereft,
The vowels have even left…
And only the the consonants remain!
A curious thing is the Limerick,
Its rhythm and rhyme a gimmick,
This one, I contrive,
the joke will never arrive
leaving you worried sick.
In an abbey where monks chanted low,
One brother sang Alto for show.
He sang his plainchant,
With a piercing descant
Till the friar cried, “Brother —no!”