Sorry to bring the standard down but I wrote this for my grandchildren and it makes me laugh.
He had a rather disagreeable bump
On his nose
And curly, wurly
Turned up toes
His hair was quite lank
And my …
How his steamy breath stank!
It’s quite possible
He’d eaten a skunk
And god only knows
What he’d drunk!
He wobbled a bit
When he walked
And dribbled a lot
When he talked
His name
Was Horace bum breath
But he liked to be called
The Little Princess!
He’d visit at night
When the light
Wasn’t bright
And he would always give me
A terrible fright!
He drizzled with snot
Right into my cot
And he farted …
A lot!
By morning
He’d gone
I just wish I could say
The same thing …
For his pong!
C.K.23
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