A Lady from Bath... ...and other stories


I once met a lady from Bath,
Who led me down her garden path;
As we went ‘round a bend,
We came to the end,
And she invited me into her bath.

There’s a man who’s a vendor of seashells,
By the seashore he sings as he sells;
Some say he’s crazy,
Others say he’s lazy,
But he cleverly turns shells into bells.

There once was a cowboy in a boat,
Who rowed his rowboat on a moat;
It was quite a change,
From his home on the range,
With him in his boat was a goat.

There once was a girl named Alley,
Who led the “Girls of the Valley;”
They sang as a group,
A fine musical troupe,
They were stars at every rally.

There’s a fellow by the name of Toby,
His cohort calls himself Moby;
They’re known to be vandals,
They both wear sandals,
They claim to be from the Gobi.

There once was a chef named Reiner,
Who worked in a local diner;
He cooked with great care,
Served the best of fare,
Such that one could find none finer.

Near our town there’s a bard on the beach,
Some say he can be quite a leech;
He will read you a poem,
Then enter your home,
And proceed to make it his niche.

An older lady on the fairway,
Told me that she was from Norway;
She played golf like a pro,
Made the bettors eat crow,
When she sliced the ball far and away.

There once was a girl named Bessie,
A brat who was always dressy;
Ever demanding,
Constantly commanding,
She often made things quite messy.

I once met a tailor named Jackie,
Who told me that khaki was tacky;
In khaki was I clad,
So I was not glad,
Thus I told her I feared she was wacky.


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