The featherbrained Pasha of Ghaali Adopted a parrot named Polly. He taught her times tables and hundreds of fables Until in a moment of unguarded folly, She flew through the stables in manner so jolly And squawked of her hate for the Pasha of Ghaali. It was the last thing that she said, The next day, poor Polly was dead.
This grocery rhyme in honor of our local grocer. Yunus the grocer sold his samosas At two-dollars-fifty a pound: A savory treat of taters and meat So very exquisitely ground, And wrapped in a layer of dough, All packaged and ready to go.
Lukey, slurp! Lukey, nibble! Lukey, burp! Lukey, dribble! Slurping, nibbling, Burping, dribbling, Doings of my Youngest sibling.
Have you ever heard of that fine hummingbird, Miss Daisy Muzaffer Susannah the Third, She hummed and she minged, oh the joy that she bringed To the tulips that smiled and the bluebells that ringed.
Old Dame Rehmet weaved a tale Like no one in her time, With flying turnips, itching queens And demons speaking rhyme, She told them all in different voices And the wildest costume choices.
Bubba Brickle liked to tickle Little children’s toes, They socked his eye and made him cry Till snot ran out his nose.