There once was a tramp from Beauchamp
Who wished on a fabulous lamp
"Give me money to spend"
But he rubbed the wrong end
The outcome: he's still poor, and damp.
Original comic here.
A scale model maker from Ightham
Made Ightham down to the last item.
His scale house (a doddle)
Had a model scale model
And on and on, ad infinitum.
Original comic here.
A scientist's number one duty
Is to seek after truth and not beauty;
Or so we are told,
But check out my slime mould -
Maybe you'd like to hold? What a cutie!
Original comic here.
Each of us, from Garden to Oddie
Is a brain kept banged up in a body;
The far side of the fence is
Seen solely through senses
Whose info could be sharp or shoddy.
Original comic here.
If you're making up words by the barrel
For characters' food and apparel
I'll know in a jiffy
Your novel is whiffy
Unless your name's Tolkien or Carroll.
Original comic here.
Or Lear, of course!
One dark night my iPhone rang twice,
And through some strange roll of Fate's dice
'Twas the past; I kept shtum
About torments to come
And instead we swapped fashion advice.
Original comic here.
There once was a man from Mannheim
Who knew how to manage his time.
He sat at his screen
Playing Commander Keen,
That well-managed man from Mannheim.
Original comic here.