Trolley Folly
Kukla, Fran and Ollie,
decided to take a trolley,
to visit their sister Molly
and her little girl named Holly
But while they were on the trolley,
a parrot whose name was Polly,
bit the nose of Ollie,
who ran around the trolley,
screaming... by gosh, by gum, by golly,
I'll kill that crazy Polly.
When an officer whose name was Jolly,
observed the screaming Ollie,
he threw them off the trolley.
So they decided to visit Wally
a man who owned a Collie.
Now, if you think this poem is folly,
perhaps you should take the trolley,
to come with me, I insist.
To visit my psychiatrist.
He'll charge you a very high rate.
To tell you this poem is great!
The problem you see, I fear,
is you'd love to get out of here.
For you simply can't stand to be,
round a poet as good as me!
Copyright © Robert Miller | Year Posted 2006
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