There was an old fellow from Lyme, Who married three wives at a time. When asked, 'Why the third?' he said, 'Haven't you heard? Bigamy, sir, is a crime.'
There was a young lady of Natches, Whose clothes were all tatters and patches. When comment arose on the state of her clothes, She said, "When I itches, I scratches."
There was a young pig from Racine Whose botanical interests were keen. He planted a sock in a bright window box, Where it blossomed and sprouted a bean.
There was a young lady of Natches,
ReplyDeleteWhose clothes were all tatters and patches.
When comment arose on the state of her clothes,
She said, "When I itches, I scratches."
There was a young pig from Racine
ReplyDeleteWhose botanical interests were keen.
He planted a sock in a bright window box,
Where it blossomed and sprouted a bean.