Three hundred and sixty-six dates
All mentioned at different rates.
The top one’s the first
While eleven comes worst.
(September’s a special case, blates.)
Three hundred and sixty-six dates
All mentioned at different rates.
The top one’s the first
While eleven comes worst.
(September’s a special case, blates.)
I’m a substance obtained from the goo
From a tree that originally grew
In Old Venezuela
But thanks to some sailor
Now covers south Asia. You’re glue.
Those marvellous marketing chaps
Can show your consumers on maps.
It turns out you’re sellin’
Where people are dwellin’
But scoring a duck in the gaps.
When someone is bothering me
I say “U+202e”
Which makes their speech look
Like some gobbledegook
Which it is, to be fair, usually.
I go round breaking mirrors for fun
It’s smashing in more ways than one!
When I reflect
On my failures inept
I can blame ’em on bad luck – job done.
A spider-made suit – just my luck
It sounds good, but boy did it suck.
The jacket was wearable
The pants, though, were terrible—
The flies just kept on getting stuck.
There once was a man in a boat
Who said: “It’s just me and my goat.
How pleasant to swoon
On a hot afternoon
Afloat, with a goat, in my boat.”