The naughty astronaut went for a walk
In space, but on his sortie he forgot
To take his rope; he thought he had, the dork,
But ended up a mortified white dot.
The portly puffin often ate a lot
Of muffins: he caught fish only rarely;
Too short he was of energy to trot
To port or quay because of his belly.
My daughter watches far too much telly:
It ought to keep her quiet but she’ll still talk
Till fraught mummy and daddy lose the plot
A quarter of the time, quite unfairly.
The wine I bought did not taste good in Cork
But I’m taught that to waste things I should not.
Mon 23 July 2007
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