Updated: Dec 7, 2018
There was a jewel-loving lady,
Known as Lady Bell Brady,
She wore stones of renown,
And golden crowns,
But rarely did act like a lady.
A miller milled grain with his feet,
Stomped until he was beat,
He walked into town,
Feet stained brown,
But his steps were always quite sweet.
A buck searched near and far,
For a field where all does are,
He used his nose,
Knew he was close,
Never saw the lights of the car.
A bear who ate honey from a pot,
Couldn’t keep track of a thought,
Needed a shirt that was bigger,
A friend of Tigger,
Plush, small, and round was his lot.
There was a street match boxer,
He tried his hand at soccer,
Had fast and light feet,
Went back to the street,
Gloves, not cleats, in his locker.
The hare went out on a mission,
Carrots and greens were his vision,
Found gardens of good will,
Ate past his fill,
A slow hop draws predators’ attention.
A farmer from way up in Dover,
Let his cows graze on sweet clover,
They walked in a haze,
For a few days,
Bloated and falling all over.
There was a dispute over land,
Two Combatants with hounds at command,
First struck the shepherd,
Quick like a leopard,
No chance the papillon did stand.
The comrade did love his black sable,
His mom said, “Remove at the table,”
She poured him meager gruel,
Called him a fool,
For trusting Marx’s immoral fable.
The lawyer loved a great whiskey,
Three and his speech was quite lispy,
He loved singing songs,
Speech always wrong,
“Your Honor my clienth ith guilthy!”
There was a poet without paper,
His words the crowds did savor,
Some jeered and some cheered,
He always feared,
His words would be as the vapor.