Stevie liked his pastries full of pie-filling, He'd eat them all day if his belly was willing, But, he never did think, The pie filling could stink, When the gas in his guts was just killing.
Don gave his head a really bad knock, When he fell into a sundial clock, By the time Don's thinking had cleared, Don had a long beard, And, the sundial weathered down to a rock.
My wall-clock fell on my desk and broke, No reviving, it suffered a terminal stroke, Oh, what should I do, When I need time that's true, I bought a gold watch from a street-corner bloke.