Unfortunate Poem XCIII
Aug
02
00
Miss Lucy stood with poise and grace.
But then she fell flat on her face.
Filed under: Poetry, Unfortunate Poetry
Miss Lucy stood with poise and grace.
But then she fell flat on her face.
The manor house was full of guests
Who Percy called “a bunch of pests!”
Lynn’s prize goat, the first-place winner,
Served up quite a tasty dinner.
She swatted at the buzzing bee
Which hid inside her cup of tea.
Devon milked the cow until
Her pail was full (before the spill).
Despite her efforts ’round the clock,
Jill still sewed an ugly frock.
Except for church on Sundays, Vin
Loved to gossip, drink and sin.
Upon the sofa sat the rat.
Granny thought it was her cat.
When Aaron asked to play with Lynn,
Mum said no and drank her gin.