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A nice young fellow from Sabie
Sent a letter to Robert Mugabe
It said, “Now you are King
And doing your thing
May I sell you a derby?"
© Ronald Maxwell Segel 2008
A composer frans liszt
Came home from the inn quite piszt
That night he’d sung
On the top of his lungs
And pounded drums with his fistz
© Ronald Maxwell Segel 2008
A bored old codger from the East
One day ate a barrel of yeast
He began to perspire
The prelude to expire
But he rose quite well, at least!
© Ronald Maxwell Segel 2008
A man ate some mustard
Instead of some custard
Without even a frown
He just gulped it down
Saying, “My insides won’t get rusted.”
© Ronald Maxwell Segel 2008
There was a man from Darling*
Who stole a case of Carling ~
He drank it all up
In a small plastic cup
And then was led away, snarling.
© Ronald Maxwell Segel 2008
* a small town in South Africa
~ Carling Black Label Beer
There was a lady of Lenz
who had 4000 hens
she gathered the eggs
and sold ‘em in kegs
she now drives a Mercedes Benz.
© Ronald Maxwell Segel 2008
There was a man from York
Who ate his knife and fork
He swallowed a plate
At half past eight
And now he’s chewing a cork
© Ronald Maxwell Segel 2008
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