There was a young man named Wyatt
whose voice was exceedingly quiet
And then one day
it faded away
A disgusting old man from La Jolla
Has a habit that’s sure to anolla.
Before telling a joke
He’ll give you a poke,
And remark, “This’ll really destrolla.”
A thpeeth teacther named Mitheth Bathye
Had thome thtudentth who acted quite lathye;
They lithped and they thputtered,
And thome of them th-th-thtuttered:
She thought they might jutht drive her crathye.
A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny
A canner can can
Anything that he can
But a canner can¹t can a can, can he?
There once was a man named Clegm
Who had a great deal of phlegm.
Ahegm, ahegm, ahegm.
There once was a dragon named Dey-Do
Who ate nothing but old dried out Play-Do
When he met an old man
With his head in a pan
He thought he had met a potato.
Once in the rain I saw a man,
Strolling with an umbrella in hand.
When I said it was insane
To walk in the rain,
He said ” Well then, I’ll just stand”.
I know a Prince named Will,
Who’s mother has been killed.
Oh, he loved her so,
And with tears he showed,
How truly her love was real.
There once was a poet named Chuck,
who couldn’t find a rhyme for the word duck.
Despite all his crying,
and hours of trying,
He threw up his arms and yelled I’m stuck!