Barry was a tweetie-birdie, But, his tweets were way too wordy, So, he quit using the vowel, On verbs, he threw in the towel, His tweets are now not so purdy. Barry the singing bird was quite the tweeter, He said nothing new; he was a tweet repeater, His tweets were not bold, They were copies so old, Barry was just a tweet thief and a cheater.
I went to Egypt to dig up a mum, But, I stayed at a hotel and drank tankards of rum, So, I let the mum be, And, watched cable TV, While chewing on a big wad of gum.
My time machine broke down back in Ancient Rome, I met Nero Czar, and he was a weird little gnome, He'd sit out in his flower garden, Passing gas and saying "pardon", Then, he'd spout some idiotic poem.
Little chicken in my backyard park, You escaped from farmer with the dark, You eat bugs and seeds in my petunia bed, You could be chicken nuggets covered with bread, Little chicken in my backyard park, Pecking bugs from the red pine bark, I hope your foods are really nutritious, For I think chicken is quite delicious.
I got pine tree juice all over my two feet, It's sticky and nasty and just can't be beat, I tried to use soap, But, it gave me no hope, I'm glad my cat thinks pine tree juice is a treat.
First, a turtle bit my toe, And, the pain filled me with woe, Then, a rattle snake bit my shin, And, he pumped some poison in, A large shark bit my thigh, And, the pain made me cry, Then, bird droppings fell on my head, That’s what sent me home to bed.