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.