More Tales from the Mind of Moi

Oliver’s First Guitar

Oliver’s received his first guitar,

It’s neither a lute nor a sitar;

He really enjoys it,

And if he doesn’t quit,

He could be a future rock star.

A Would-Be Rapper

There once was a would-be rapper,

Who slipped on a candy wrapper;

He went head over heels,

Did a few cartwheels,

And wound up head first in the crapper.

Rapunzel

Rapunzel was locked in a tower,

She was sad like a wilting flower;

When I found this out,

I knew without doubt,

That to save her was within my power.

Tinkerbelle

I once met a gal named Tinkerbelle,

A pretty lass with whom in love I fell;

She was eccentric,

She could do magic,

But Tinkerbelle was really quite swell.

Isabelle

Isabelle is a belle from Carmel,

It is said that she can cast a spell;

Whether angel or witch,

I do not care which,

Isabelle from Carmel is a belle.

A Farmer from Moscow

There once was a farmer from Moscow,

Who had a most peculiar cow;

It could speak English,

With an accent, British,

And no one knew how she knew how.

Oliver

Oliver, my grandson, is a very sweet lad,

His mother, in fine attire always has him clad;

With his golden curls,

He charms all the girls,

And his winsome smile makes everyone glad.

A Girl from Shanghai

I once met a girl in Shanghai,

Who had a tattoo on her thigh;

Upon close inspection,

It gave direction,

To the home of this girl from Shanghai.

A Rocket Scientist

I met a rocket scientist,

Who said that she’s never been kissed;

I said, “That’s a shame,

But if you are game,

I shall add you to my bucket list.”

A Man Named Regis

A man in this town named Regis,

Composes limericks just to please us;

While he does his best,

To compose with zest,

He does not claim to be an aegis.

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