Showing posts with label nonsence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nonsence. Show all posts

Sunday, 15 January 2012

There was a young boy on land,

There was a young boy on land,
Who liked to do things so grand?
When playing football,
For country and all,
A rocket blew up in his hand.
By Dr Geebers

Saturday, 14 January 2012

There was a young boy called Fred,

There was a young boy called Fred,
Who woke up and thought he was dead,
When seeing his mum,
Eating some chum,
While waggling her tail, it’s said.
By Dr Geebers