I'm just a rhymer, not a poet,
Read one of mine and then you'll know it.
You don't have to pretend you understand,
It's as plain as day, like the palm of your hand.
Nothing esoteric, abstruse or recondite here,
Just something to read while drinking your beer.
There was a big feline named Dancer
Who asked her mate for an answer.
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Why you just oscillate its titalot.
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A beautiful day
Sun’s shining, birds are singing
God’s in his heaven.
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A Cat Called Nan
I once had a cat called Nan
Whose tail got caught in a fan.
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On a lazy summer afternoon
All of us boys were lying in the shade
Talking about all kinds of things
In a world we never made.
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