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| Nate There once was a man named Nate, Who lived in a place called Kuwait, He did not have a mate, But he had many friends in the states. Nobody liked his gait, Which made him quite irate, But on this topic he would not orate, And never would he be found to prate. Today is the date, Starting at eight, That he is going to celebrate, The day he found out his fate. It was at eight he received a freight, Which was food in multiple crates, That he soon ate After putting on a nice clean plate. It was him that the food did elate, But now he had hurt his pate, And he would have to wait Until he could again see straight. He was a man of large weight, And when his hate Became very, very great, With him no one would debate. This wasn't a real nice trait, Everyone he would sometimes grate But since he loved to skate, They would forget at an amazingly fast rate. His head was kind of ovate, It had only one long plait, He was someone no one could sate, But he wasn't at all in a spate. He wanted to start off on a clean slate, So he used candy and money as bait, To get someone with whom to corroborate On the topic of his decision, them usually leaving very late. One time someone gave him an agate, Whose value quickly started to abate. Then he went out to investigate Why a man named Tate was at the gate. He did this with amazing sleight, To him it wasn't strait. Tate said he had found two dates, So now they are going on dates at eight. The End |
| PAT There once was a man named Pat, Who had a very fat cat. It slept all day on the welcome mat, And never once caught a rat. Pat's friend Matt was a diplomat, A veteran from being in combat. He often stopped over to have a chat, And always wore his colonel hat. They talked about Pat being an acrobat, And why he is not a Democrat. They'd talk about his act's format And how he does it in 10 minutes flat. A few times they would have a spat, Such as what was the cat's natural habitat, And who was better at swinging a bat. At the end they'd say, "That's the end of that!" So alone Pat became and as he sat He ate some apples from his vat, While swatting every passing gnat. Now it is just the two of them, Pat and his pet cat. THE END |
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| Tom Burdock I once knew a man named Tom Burdock, He always carried around his pet rock, Which he found in the town of Bedrock, On the end of the town's major dock. He also had a pet peacock, Which in his backyard he would lock With a big padlock, So that it would not run down the block. When the lock someone did unlock, The peacock ran and ate a neighbor's hemlock, Then it died, and Tom was in shock, So he drowned it out with a lot of bock. Tom's friend came to his door to knock, She was wearing a beautiful frock, And on it was a big shamrock, She had come to give Tom a new clock. With this friend he went into wedlock, As he studied to become a warlock, And to this couple people would flock Including even the most famous jock. Tom and his wife got rich in the market of stock, There was not a person that they would mock, But it is them you may want to sock, Since they got the names of the stock off of a smock The End |
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