The Rabbit's prophesy
A rabbit once said to me
As I passed him by one day
He told me not to laugh and shout
As I go along my way
When I argued with him
The rabbit, he got irate
For he had warned a thousand folk
Of the fearsome pirate
Now listen good and listen well
The quiet rabbit said
For this pirate, by name of Neville
Had shoes of fiery red.
But I did not listen, and I should have had
For now I lie here dead
For when I met this fearsome dude
I foolishly called him Fred
"O! Fool of fools! You marvellous cretin!"
The fashionable pirate did say
You have mistaken my name dear boy
And for this sin you'll pay
I was cut into a thousand bits
Without a care for hygiene
And in the distance, the rabbit laughed
For nothing rhymed with hygiene
Gordon Strachan
2 Comments:
Second worse poem ever!
By
Give Jools the captaincy, put Jops in the middle and play Stoo and RJ up front, at 18 January 2005 at 09:41
^_^ *thumbs up*
Time well spent.
By
Lolly, at 1 February 2005 at 14:45
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