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A Poem by Joseph Boyle
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There once was a pear, who had lost his hair.
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There once was an onion, who had a bunion.
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There once was a toothpick, who got quite sick.
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There once was a rhinoceros, who played the fiddle for us.
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There once was a duck-billed platypus, who ate a lot of mush.
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And if I rhymed again, you'd think I was ten.
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But if stopped it all now, they would throw a cow.
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So the decision to make, would to say "F*@#!, let's eat cake."
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Sheesh is my head full of hay, for that swear I did just say.
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Now I feel all bad, maybe even a little mad.
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For I lost all control, and spoke like a dish troll.
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Once again I have been wrong, my mistakes have grown quite long.
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But I need to allow, for more study of tai.
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So that I can right, the little that I did slight.
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First I must examine, trust me not the salmon.
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But where I left the course, and said the word so hoarse.
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Then I need to ponder, which is quite a wonder.
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The proper word that I should have spoke, that being not a bloke.
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And deciding on the word, say it with the grace of a bird.
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"With the Autumn sun upon a lake, let's eat cake."
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So now I made amends, and so then it ends.
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