Thursday, 30 September 2010

Lucifugous

There once was a blood-sucking Count
Whose anemia he tried to surmount
For the lucifugous fella
Was pasty and yella
But his blood-sucking to nought did amount

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Confiscable

The trading world's hedge-fund proponents
Despite ethical peer group opponents
Tenaciously clung
(Though the industry swung)
To their confiscable fiscal components

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Efface

A young politician liked tweeting
And sent tweets from his cabinet meeting
But the twit tweeted 'twat'
A mere typo at that
But he couldn't erase his vile greeting

Monday, 27 September 2010

Rigmarole

There was a young girl who liked jogging
Who tried to combine it with blogging
But this rigmarole meant
All her power was spent
Now her arteries slowly are clogging

Sunday, 26 September 2010

Marmite

There's a statue in Burton-on-Trent
Built for those who approve and dissent
For it's loved and it's hated
And hotly debated
But for me it's a spread heaven-sent

Courgette

A woman broke out in a sweat
When her life seemed to be under threat
For a bear large and black
Was about to attack
But she defeated him with a courgette

Aeon

There was a fair Goddess named Venus
Who felt discontent with her genus
With the powers of an aeon
She transformed her being
And now she's adorned with a penis

Saturday, 25 September 2010

Agog

'The Tinderbox' tells quite a story
But in places it's really quite gory
Fantastical dogs
Kept the soldier agog
And the moral is: greed leads to glory!

Brobdingnagian

A bare-knuckle boxer called Flanagan
Whose proportions were quite brobdingnagian
Was knocked off his feet
And conceded defeat
As his opponent was skilled at shenanigans

Imago

I once loved a school boy I'd seen
A replacement there'd never since been
But the illusion was shattered
When the imago was battered
For in hindsight his teeth were quite green

Jactation

There was a poor farmer named Wayne
Who owned a mad cow he called Jane
Her crazy jactation
Caused such jerky lactation
That he lost half her milk down the drain

Wend

There's a board game we call 'Snakes and Ladders'
Which consists of some rungs and some adders
As you wend your way through
The air can turn blue
As you'll go quite insane, and then madder

Burlesque

There's a dancer named Dita Von Teese
Who performs in a burlesque striptease
This art-form revived
She has smartly connived
And positioned it way above sleaze

Diaphanous

There once was a buxom young broad
Who got horny when lonely and bored
So she'd pair a short skirt
With diaphanous shirt
And go out on the town till she scored

Frabjous

There was a great author named Charles
Who wrote stories for nice Liddell girls
He took frabjous delight
At young Alice's sight
But was he too fond of her curls?

Hobbledehoy

There once was a gangly youth
Who was awkward and very uncouth
To add to the joy
Of this hobbledehoy
He was spotty and goofy of tooth

Friday, 24 September 2010

Interrogang

A young tennis player named John
Performed tantrums as the crowd egged him on
He gave verbal assault
When the linesman called 'fault!'
His interrogang style was foregone
 

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Quaggy

There was a large woman named Maggie
Whose bottom was seriously saggy
But it couldn't disguise
The state of her thighs
Which were baggy and craggy and quaggy

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Arch

There once was a hero named Bond
With a penchant for one certain blonde
His arch enemy flipped
And had the girl dipped
Out of Pussy our hero was conned

Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Taoiseach

There was a big eejit named Brian
Who was partial to drinkin' and lyin'
On the air off his face
What a feckin' disgrace
While this beautiful country is dyin'

Ambrosial

A couple was drinking some wine
It was fragrant and tasted just fine
She said, 'Do you suppose
It comes from Ambrose?'
He said, 'Yes, as it's truly divine!'

Monday, 13 September 2010

Tittle

There was a French teacher so little
Who shouted so hard she sprayed spittle
Her fluid oration
Got lost in translation
As you couldn't tell spittle from tittle

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Subaudition

There was a young girl from Brazil
Who was careless at taking her pill
Unsheathed subaudition
Ignored this ommission
And a baby was born from her thrill

Rue

There once was a man from Peru
Who wanted to play the kazoo
As he blew on his whistle
He sat on a thistle
And said, 'this is a day I shall rue!'