35 rhyming couplets of complete, absolute and total nonsense. |
OOGLE BOOGLE BUGLE BOY Oogle boogle, bugle boy; He only does it to annoy. Sentient lampposts staring, blind; Would thou were not so unkind. Eeenie, meenie, minie, mo Donald Duck is all the go. In the garden, in the rain; Chocolate causes too much pain. Perfect teeth are all a myth; Backwards run our kin and kith. If you want to write for cash; Use the ointment for the rash. Exercise your dented brain; Paint the concrete cat again. All the world is one big place; I always called her Auntie Grace Blow the trumpet, bang the drum; Never listens to his mum. Daughters weigh as much as sons; Hot and spicy currant buns. No more steak, just tripe for tea; Extirpate the old oak tree. Fill the glass and quaff a bumper Disney named his rabbit Thumper. Orthodontists rarely play; Moon by night and sun by day. ‘Tis said, “Fair blows the wind for France”; Taking Suzie to a dance. In the furnace of the heart; Someone stole my horse and cart. Climb the hill, strive for the sky; Ice cream’s nice with apple pie. Take those boring shoes away; In the torment of the day. Tawdry bits of glass and chrome; Is the answer “Home, Sweet Home”? Slipping on the slick, black ice; “Get my hair done, must to look nice.” Tumble, tumble, all around; Cookies scattered on the ground. Soars the pennant, flies the flag; “I left it in my other bag.” Snuggle up, turn out the light; Silver goldfish, what a sight! Highland troops - the thin red line; Out for tea; be back by nine. Win the contest; take the prize; Maggots turn to sticky flies. Simple pleasures calm the mind; Catching mice with bacon rind. Bitter butter better brew; One by one and two by two. In the darkness of the night; Infant reindeer curl up tight. Poor King Charles had lost his head; Should have left it by the bed. When I lost the will to sing; Serving chips with everything. Strident turnips scream and shout; What on earth is this about? If you start to lose control; Blame it all on Rock’n’Roll. No more coffee, no more tea; The door is locked; who took the key? Boil the broth and make it clear; Prophets say “The End Is Near”. Into every life some rain; Is it me? Am I insane? Wake in terror, wake in joy; Oogle boogle bugle boy. |