There once was a giant from Fratton
More curmudgeonly than General Patton
He had a big beard
That made him look weird
Something about putting a hat on
( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:35, archived)

There once was a ballbag of fat
Who, wearing nought but a hat,
Splashed out a bit
In the orchestra pit
Then ran off on his legs de la cat.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:40, archived)

He had a terrible habit
Where something he liked, we would nab it
How this story ends
Is he'd steal from his friends
Even his wife's Rampant Rabbit
( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:45, archived)

I don't like it when, in a poem,
Sentences are mixed up so they go in.
Instead of "I sat on the cat"
It's "On the cat, I sat".
It stops the whole poem from flowing.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:48, archived)

Your critique of my syntax is sound
All my words ARE the wrong way around
So grab all your letters
See if YOU can do better
You probably won't, I'll be bound
( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:54, archived)

I can write a limerick better
That a vagina getting wetter and wetter
I'll not write the first line
I think of that rhymes
I promise, and what's more I like feta.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 12:00, archived)

* I do not like feta
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Thu 8 Mar 2012, 12:00, archived)