There once lived a spindly giraffe
it was made of some high-flying stuff
when its legs got arthritis
and his eyes blepharitis
Yes, I remember still
the longed for moment
when eyes could open.
How happy are the cows in grasses green! ! !
A steer who spots a lovely blond-haired cow,
and makes advances when her tail is seen
to wave invitingly.
A friend from overseas,
one who was half forgotten,
came for a visit just today,
to reminisce and see koalas.
They said that she was old,
her puckered lips reminded
of the sphincter muscle,
all velvety, pursestring, and pale.
a preposterous attempt
believed by dummies.
And here I am, you thankless whore
I have been with you once before
you may not be the lowest scum
I may not look, to you, the bum.
Some little poems do have legs
just long enough to buy some eggs.
Though for a dozen not enough
So, Allan, do you give a stuff?
Now my ship comes in
over the horizon.
I've been hiding
in the wild blue yonder,