I have two here...
The first is one told to me by a friend:

Fly oh fly upon the wall,
Have you got no sense at all,
Can't you see that wall's been plastered,
Now you're stuck you stupid fly.

Second one isn't a poem, just a very silly song devised by me, Fathead and Sam about someone called Ninja Boy that we didn't like. And we all loved pie, as will become apparent:

Pork pie, pork pie,
Ninja Boy must die,
Pork pie, pork pie,
Ninja Boy must die!

*CHORUS*
Pies, pies, wonderful pies,
Pies, pies, Ninja Boy dies!

Apple pie, apple pie,
Ninja Boy must die,
Apple pie, apple pie,
Ninja Boy must die!

*CHORUS*

Meat pie, meat pie,
Ninja Boy must die,
Meat pie, meat pie,
Ninja Boy must die!

*CHORUS*

You can buy them in Hulson's (a pie shop in Wales...),
You can buy them in town,
You can buy them when they're orange
You can buy them when they're brown!

*CHORUS*

...yeah.
(Keiths Dad, Sat 13 Aug 2005, 13:39, Reply)