The American’s must
Suffer
from innumeracy
As
they only have one math
As
far as I can see
The American’s must
Suffer
from innumeracy
As
they only have one math
As
far as I can see
My brother teaches
Year
nine history
Which
in itself
Is
a bit of a mystery
As
there are more
Interesting
years surely
Superheroes come
In
all shapes and forms
Which
is fair enough
But
what kind of hero
Is
Iron Man,
Ironing
isn’t even tough
I told people that my uncle
Worked
for the United Nations
And
it was an illusion I enjoyed
That
was not strictly the truth
But
it was close enough
After
all he was UNemployed
When I was at school
I
signed up for Botany
I
thought any class about “bots”
Is
the one for me
I had a little nut
tree,
Nothing would it bear
- So I chopped it down
Are you wearing something special?
For my special
birthday treat
Something daringly
risqué
Nothing remotely
discreet
Something minimalist
in silk
Would be right up my
street