HOW DO LEOPARDS GET THEIR SPOTS I ASKED A CLEVER FELLOW HE SAID IT WAS THE WHATNOTS FOR WHATNOTS DON'T LIKE YELLOW SO WHATNOTS TOOK SOME BLACK PAINT AND PAINTED ON THE SPOTS AND THATS WHY LEOPARDS ARE SO QUAINT BECAUSE OF THE WHATNOTS
THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY CALLED LAUREN WHO WENT OUT WITH A BOY WHO WAS FORIGNE SHE LOOKED AT HIS KILT AND SAID YOUR WELL BUILT JUST LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT SPARRON
On holiday in Mexico I saw a flying UFO I took a snap as it whizzed by And showed it to another guy But he just laughed and said to me It’s not what it appears to be For when we found that UFO We saw it was my Sombrero That once had sat upon my head Then on a breeze of it sped To trick the eyes that fooled the brains And so the question still remains On little green men from outer space As yet we haven't found a trace But if we do, we'll need to show That proof is not a snapped photo For the photo like the eye Has a tendency to lie And if straws you tend to clutch The paragon is nonesuch
There’s a circle on the calendar It’s on the twelfth page It indicates a happy date But I must wait an age An age for birthday presents To once more come my way For the circle for that happy date Was dated yesterday
A sure thing to make you cry if you have no luck Is a punch in the eye. So you should learn to duck But when you’re done with ducking if he isn’t done Avoid the punch he’s chucking By learning how to run.
It’s a most peculiar stuff This belly button fluff For how did it get there? That woolly ball of fur Like magic to appear Year after year There is no rhyme or reason But there it sits each season A fixture of my belly Not cute but very smelly I think I’ve had enough Of this belly button fluff
Without your skin all your insides Would plop onto the floor. So I have decided That’s what skin is for. It’s not to make you beautiful It’s not to make you tough. It’s really just a handy bag Made from stretchy stuff.