There once was a day of the week, Who wanted to take quick peek, Of the many months ahead, To know which they should stay in bed, And ponder the future it seeked.
My uterus can go take a hike, I have not want to feel like a spike, Is being slowly pulled out, Blood pouring from a spout, No, no, this I do not like.
Some people are angry with cause, But often not stopping to pause, To reflect on their thoughts, If they’re valid or not, Instead they expect praised applause.
There once was a bird with small wings, Who could only fly backwards and sing. It’s favourite tune, Was about a baboon, Who thought it was the vampire king.
The sky was so blue, it was sad, Thinking of all the luck that it had. It wanted to give some away, And lift the sorrow that weighed, When it thought of whose lives could be glad.
A deer in the woods once saw, A clear path to the bush of framboise, Feeling fancy and free, It was grateful to see, They hadn’t yet been destroyed by the bourgeois.
If you’re looking for a love sublime, And dear cupid is taking their time, Go grab your friends, Because, the truth, in the end, Is they’re your true partners in crime.
There once was a gal named Laura, Who lived amount the fauna and flora. It tickled her nose, the lush scent of a rose, Which she insisted affected her aura.