Light wit in poetry form
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Epitaph of a Prince
It was a sad sad day for Bavaria when Crown Prince Rudolph died
Hi subjects knew they’d miss the man with ready smile and laughing eyes It was true he liked his beer and wine, too much at times they said, But it came as a shock that sunny day, when his manservant found him dead, in bed. They wanted a fitting monument to commemorate his life. So they followed instructions left by the Prince, in his will, to the Prince’s wife. A marble edifice ten feet tall, shaped like a bottle of beer. With the inscription that read, in letters of red: Rudolph (the red-nosed) reigned here.
3 Ducks and a Parrot 3 Ducks and a Parrot crossed the bridge
To where they made marge that spreads straight from the fridge The knocked on the door, and were ushered inside To a man who was waiting, a white coated guide “We’ll go on the catwalk that goes round the top But be careful, stay away from the edge if we stop Only the parrot did as she was told The other lent over the edge, feeling bold They fell of the edge into a great vat Filled to the top with glutinous fat But were rescued all three by a hook on a chair And left dripping suspended above an old drain Then they left, soaking wet, with egos deflated Except one, that was Polly unsaturated. The Cliff-hanger Said Pierrepoiet, acting rather smart, “Now topping villains is an art You take their weight and test the drop Before you give a bloke the chop Remember that bloke named Gough? Too long a rope, head came right off. An if the rope don’t take the strain You’ve go to do it all again But now” he said, “here’s my idea I’ll push ‘em off a cliff near here And tie their necks to a great big wing ‘Ere, I’ve just invented Hangliding.” |
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