The radiator
is not getting warmer:
needs exorcism
The snowman is a mellow fellow
and cares not when his legs are yellow
Bards often write verses
For others in hearses
A tory most crass, loud, and pompous
Created a row and a rumpus
After saying the needy
Were lazy and greedy
They ate him with oodles of humus
Snow is honest
It does what it
Says on the tin
There was a bulimic called Shirley,
Who lived in a folly in Purley,
Crept down late one night
Without a hall light
And got mugged by
a large Curly Wurly
A meticulous poet is Motion
Looked deeply at cheap suntan lotion
He rubbed it all in
O’erlooking his chin
Now shaving is fraught with emotion
Paperboy in a shower
Did not take too long
Turning to Papier Mache