Over 140 humorous rhyming verses, funny poems, serious poems, limericks and valentines written by David Axton
Poetic licence says that I'm
Allowed to write down words that rhyme
And also words that don't, but ought
Because they're spelt the same - like drought.
My rhymes can only rhyme for me
The way I say the words I see,
So if your accent's not the same
And things don't rhyme - I'm not to blame.
There was an old drunk from Kilblane
Who wandered for miles in the rain
His hat it did shrink
Which then made him think
His head was too small for his brain
The kangaroo carries her young in her pocket
'Cos prams are expensive to buy
But if she should sneeze
While finding her keys
She could well poke her child in the eye.
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