Why not, eh? Why not?
There once was a girl from Kentucky,
With whom one, if so wished, could strike lucky.
For a penny a night
The girl would lose sight
of what's clean, and so opt for the mucky
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There one was a young man from Harlech
Whose bald head shone like peeled garlic
Sometimes just for fun,
He'd bite onto a gun,
and the kids would think him a Dalek.
You need to read up on metre froggett.
Read 'bout it; thought I'd pass.
Aside from the garlic line, the metre doesn't really jar with me.
Yeah they don't really scan as well as they could.
But the wordings nice & they are quite funny.
Ray liked to blow his own trumpet
So his wife decided to dump it
To her shock she came home
to his shiny trombone
and Ray revelling in the way he could pump it.