Tried my hand at some poetry last night...


Shall We Go Boating

O! Away we all go,
To the Birmingham show,
And when we return,
There may be some concern,
On whether or not it was wet.

But I tell you my friend,
From beginning to end,
That we made quite merry,
There at the old ferry,
And have not been rained upon yet.



The Condolence of Lettuce

There once was a Cat,
Many lifetimes ago,
Who lived in a glass flat,
At the top of the stair,
Which would open for nothing,
Not even for air.

Now in this condition,
He lived out his years,
Neither words nor aggression,
Nor his solicitor's plea,
Could this feline extract.
For he felt he looked regal,
And that was a fact.

One'd think he should perish,
Up there in his case,
For the luncheons so garish,
He could hardly intake.
But you'd be mistaken,
Presumption to make.

Well here's a fine riddle,
What could he ingest,
That's prepared on a griddle,
To avoid such sore grief?
Why, fish and fine lettuce,
Which came by the leaf.



The Aardvark

If I were an aardvark,
Out in the bright Sahara,
I probably would remark,
On the dryness of the era.

Sounds good to me.

Nice, I especially liked "Shall We Go Boating"

Thanks guys. Here's some more:

The Whale

Observe the whale,
Its magnificent tail,
On waves it doth sail,
Quite unlike a snail.  


Not Sir Francis' Bacon

Whipmote Willerton had a great hog. 
He'd take it to breakfast and out for a jog
At lunch it would quibble,
And all its food dribble,
So Willerton patted it's back

Whipmote Willerton had a great hog. 
He'd bring it at Yuletide to sit on the log.
Which the hostess withdrew,
And quite nearly slew,
Save Willerton cut it some slack. 

Whipmote Willerton had a great hog. 
He gave it a watch but it swallowed a cog. 
This the doctor removed,
And the hog he reproved,
But Willerton called him a hack. 

Whipmote Willerton had a great hog. 
He lost it one day in a thick London fog. 
All his consorts rejoiced,
But his eyes were quite moist,
Said Willerton, "I guess I lost track!"