He rapped on the door of the farmhouse
The name of the farmer was Barmhouse
His daughter was young
But the smell of the dung
Meant that this farm was in no way a charm house.
We're having some bratwurst tonight
I hope that darn grill will ignite
We had 'em pan-fried
Don't knock, 'f you ain't tried.....
And the apples sauce was a delight
Gosh, I finished the whole thing myself,
Who knew that I had such a wealth
The wit, the capacity
Resource and sagacity
To work out how to do it by stealth
A book is a gift beyond price
And to get two at once is quite nice
When you're tucked up in bed
With a prop for your head
And Eliza is crossing the ice
They got snow and to spare in DC.
But the slopes at the sports are snow free?
Well, fill up your hoover
And quickly manoeuvre
Your snow where the need seems to be.
These games have been criticised heaps
By those ignorant, unpoetic peeps--
But WE lead the charge
Of thinking real LARGE
Til they learn to stop being creeeps.
What fun it is to make 'rhyme'!
I think of and write all the time!
What fun it is to make 'rhyme'!
I think of and write all the time!
Well that's good to hear
I'm so glad that you're near
Here, have a bitters and lime.
