Don’t you think it’s intriguing the way the mind works sometimes?
Ideas and thoughts get spun around, and in some instances, masterpieces in literature are born.
These are not two of them:
There once was a lady from Crewe,
Who lived in a boot, not a shoe.
As she sat down to supper,
The sole split from the upper
So she fixed it with superglue.
There was a mosquito called Bert
Whose bite made me itchy and hurt.
As he buzzed round all day
I zapped him with spray,
Then he divebombed and died in the dirt.
Don’t ask me why I woke up with these in my head.
Maybe they should have stayed there.