Poetry

Don Dalrymple had a dimple
In his little chin;
You hardly ever saw it ‘cept
When Dalrymple would grin.

Snaps his fingers, taps his toes,
To the bathroom Johnny goes.

Good old formidable Samuel Bass
Drank like a fish and ate like an ass,
The secret of his most formidable mass
Was how he kept to himself all of his gas.
Gas has no mass unless you’re an ass
Like good old formidable Samuel Bass.

I met an old man on Kings Boulevard
Who prided himself upon being a bard,
He danced like a peacock and preened like a dove
And blathered some words about romance and love.

Johnny’s too lazy to brush,
Johnny’s too lazy to floss,
The dentist affirms that soon he’ll have germs;
Poor Johnny’s in terrible loss.

Raja Dhobi loved his gobi,
Tender, warm, and crunchy.
Rani Dhobi loved her gobi,
Mashed into a bunchee.
She served it her way so much to his grief
That he struck her head with a banyan leaf;
They ate it together in tasty relief.

Nancy Tootsie lost her bootsies,
Somewhere in the woods,
She lost her mittens there one time,
And many other goods.

Disco Bobby
Had a hobby:
Danced in every hotel lobby.

Periwinkle Poopsy,
Loves to ouch and oopsy;
She does so when she burns her lips
Drinking chicken soupsy.

The Rangles and the Wangles,
How they fought for Granny’s bangles,
Grandpa socked them in the face
For they brought about disgrace.