I visit museums when in Paris
One tourist had got a huge ‘arris’
It took her quite a while
To squeeze through a turnstile
A diet plan could dis-embarrass
Inspired by the Queen song
Been to Paris once - I doubt I would return
10/30/20/
Categories:
arris, body,
Form: Limerick
Callous ruler is he who beholds my wretchedness with a bliss
He swivels smoothly seeing me shrivel in scorch
See him laugh but boot not, his chair mounted on arris
I stretch my arm for his lift but he leaves me in the lurch
Knows he my minor call to him's a piece of piss
But isn't he carefree? Can't solve! Can't touch!
He lies in clover-splurge on comfort daily without a miss
His thought's to his life and paunch
But to my bawl for care he'll dis'
And libel me as the worst grouch
O tell me to whom this throne is.
Will I live to plead, or snatch?
Or accept your jobbery in a daily basis?
Tell me when in your rule will we match?
Categories:
arris, bullying, care, corruption, leadership,
Form: Rhyme