John Carter Brown Poems

There once was a man from St Ives
Who, commended for saving two lives,
Said he'd had to react,
As the bees had attacked
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A young antique dealer from Truro
Bought an old second-hand bureau;
It was his lucky day
Because deep, tucked away
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There once was a Scotsman named Jock
Who tried to correct a slow clock;
But in doing his thing
He busted a spring
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There was an old vagrant named Nell
Who's ears were as sound as a bell;
But the pong from her feet
Could have been, to her, sweet,
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There was an old woman from Kew
Who lived with her kids, in a shoe;
But space was so tight
In the middle of the night
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A Limerick writer named John
Said, "Now that I've written a ton,
The challenge I set
For myself, has been met,
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There was a musician named Lucy
Who was simply entranced by Debussy,
Who's chords are inviting,
So free and enticing,
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We've spent a lot of time together
Poppy Brown and I,
Sitting by the window-ledge
Staring at the sky;
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We're sighing because it's just all we can do,
We've tried all there is just to get through to you;
You say that you'll try to be better next time,
We're afraid that, again, you're just using that line.
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'Grab a hold of that dish-cloth our Peter,
And give me a lift with these dishes;
We don't have a genie in this house
To help us, by giving three wishes.
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