There once was a man mumble mumble
Who fumbledy rumbellow tumble.
When asked why this was
He said "It's because
Hum-bumberly wumble do mumble."
(I'm afraid I'm not restarting full-time, readers. Hope you enjoyed this stand-alone effort.)
There once was a man mumble mumble
Who fumbledy rumbellow tumble.
When asked why this was
He said "It's because
Hum-bumberly wumble do mumble."
(I'm afraid I'm not restarting full-time, readers. Hope you enjoyed this stand-alone effort.)
<div>There once was a man from Japan
Who thought there was nothing worse than
Web code, short or long,
With tags that match wrong.
But who cares what that guy thinks?</span>
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.”
A wannabe star in LA
Shamefacedly skipped town one day
And while he would claim
That he’d never sought fame
His cell number gave him away.
A man of the Great Orinoco
Secured things with systems rococo
But he’d never need
To be fully IDed
Cause no one else would be so loco.
There once was a man from Shanghai
Who owned forty per cent of the sky.
His friends’ good intention
Was never to mention
That it ain’t a thing you can buy.
There was a man from Camden Town
Who pottered about upside down.
If you wanted to rile
Him, you’d only to smile
But he’d always delight in a frown.
There was a cop from Cambridgeshire
With one day to go to retire.
It ended v badly,
As later was sadly
Reported by George Alagiah.
There once was a man from Bolivia
Who cared not for flim-flam or trivia
He'd only one thought:
Earth's eventual mort
That sensible man from Bolivia.
There once was a young man from Mecca
Who met a one-year-old woodpecker.
But something was lacking:
A card, shiny packing
And --gasp!-- a deluxe Black and Decker.
There was a man from Alabama
Who was sort of an in-person spammer.
At events about formal
Language, it was normal
For him to burst in and yell “GRAMMAR!”
There was a man from Camber Sands
Who knew just what to do with his hands.
He let them both dangle
At a very slight angle
That cool, cool cat from Camber Sands.
Two geology students from Yeading
Investigating recent spreading
Due to a thrust fault
Had to call a hard halt
And get down to some volcanic bedding.
This comes late, and I'm still unsatisfied. I think if I knew some geology terms of my own, instead of having to stick to the ones in the comic, the innuendo might have come out a little less clunky.
There was a man from Inverness
Who couldn't be beaten at chess.
As on Agincourt field
His opponent's knight's shield
Would yield to pawn bowmen. Success!
There once was a man from Calcutta
Who knew how to manage his clutter.
He was bright, he was brisk,
He'd a big box marked MISC
That meticulous man from Calcutta.
There once was a salesman named Ned
Who saw an old schoolfriend and said:
“As sure as heckfire, son,
You’re Phil! I’m Ned Ryerson!”
Bing! He got punched in the head.
There once was a man from Muscaturday
Who wished every day could be Saturday.
Then his boiler broke bummer!
He needed a plumber
And they all charged him double. Oh, draturday.
A sleazy pick-up guy from Welwyn
Said “This game’s no longer compellin’!
Put U next to I?
That’s pretty small fry
When I could reform ALL OF SPELLIN’!”
A patent clerk working in Bern
Left the whole world of science astern.
The result: a succession
Of clerks with depression
Cause they can’t do a similar turn.