There once was a maid named Rapunzel whose dad said, "Stop spending! Our funds'll deplete to the point that your braid's out of joint
and the princes will think everyone's ill!"
The girl ambles by with a rhythm
That says to me, "She's had too much rum"
If I lit a match near her
The explosion would sear her
with flames coming out of her bum.
Does rhythm really rhyme with rum?
I'll ponder while nibbling my thumb
The heck, I'll drink it
like some kind of nitwit,
And hope I won't swallow my gum.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.