Foghorn Leghorn’s wife only laid
Her eggs in the winter
or fall
But that made sense,
as she was
No Spring Chicken
after all
Tuesday, 17 January 2023
FOGHORN LEGHORN’S WIFE ONLY LAID
THERE IS AN OWL OF LOW MORALS
There is an Owl of low morals
That frequents our park
And subsequently it doesn’t
Give a hoot after dark
AMONG ABOMINABLE SNOWMEN
Among abominable snowmen
There is a virgin called Betty
And to all her kith and kin
She is known as a not Yeti
ARE YOU WEARING A RED CHAPEAU?
Are you wearing a red chapeau?
It’s a very daring
choice of yours
Because wearing a red
chapeau
They’ll say red hat
and no drawers
JOYS OF A CHILDHOOD LOST
We virtually lived outside
Me and my friends
On long summer
adventures
Until the days ends
But we weren’t just
The fair weather sort
We played outside even
When days were short
Rolling around in
piles
Of autumn leaves of
gold
Splashing through
puddles
Despite being told
Playing imaginary
games
About being lost in
the fog
running through the woods
Chasing the dog.
In winter when
Saturday came
Then off we’d go
With luck we’d wake
To find a fresh fall
of snow
Then we’d happily sledge
Across the snowy land
Or build a snowman
Till we can’t feel our
hands
Hours pass in minutes
As we’d happily roam
But despite the cold
We didn’t rush to get
home
When we did we
crunched
Through the crisp winter
frost
Those were the joys
Of a childhood lost
PICKUP # 16
When you’re on the pull
If you want to break
the ice
Say something funny
Or say something nice
Be complimentary
Or just lie in your
endeavour
Be devastatingly witty
Or say something
clever
Say to her “If I
follow you home
Tonight, it’s not as
it seems
I was just brought up
to
Follow my dreams"
SIT DOWN IN THE MEADOW
Sit down in the meadow
And we will bill and
coo
We will choose a
perfect spot
But please be careful
do
Oh, dear that was
thoughtless
I did suggest you take
care
It was rather ill
considered
For you to sit down there
As if you lift your
buttock up
You’ll see you
squashed
A perfect patch of
buttercup
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