The nincompoop pressed his pocket Into St John's Wort, A natural aphrodisiac, Or so he thought.
3 sacks of pepper, A pencil full of rye Turned up without their bow-ties 'Tis not known why!
The residents did party They spilled into the street! Man, child, animal, boat, Twas in such joy they did meet!
The party ponce did endeth, ''Salidad!'' came the cry ('Salidad' is Spanish for 'bunion') They left eating peanuts And lemonade they did buy (and a jar of pickled onion).
There was an odd fellow called Mavis To whom poems were like balls to Steve Davis He'd go all surreal add a Pike or an Eel Then add a last line without rhyming.
There was an odd fellow called MavisTo whom poems were like balls to Steve DavisHe'd go all surrealadd a Pike or an EelThen add a last line without rhyming.