Andrew was stuck in a meeting. That was nothing but but endless repeating. He attempted to stay, But did not have all day. So he ended up just retreating.
An oppressive and unceasing rain, Was driving this writer insane. Though she chose this battle, When she moved to Seattle, It’s not something she’d do again.
An octopus needing some tea, Ventured away from the sea. But the price of a chai, Was four dollars too high, So she went home and made some for free.
Work left Darsh no time to rest. He decided to take a plane west. For California he pined, To relax and unwind, But the tourist tax left him more stressed.
There once was a fellow named Pete. Who was religiously neat. When a visitor cruised, Inside wearing shoes, The germaphobe cut off his feet. Really, Pete, you could have asked politely.
A terrier covered in flour, Refused to step into the shower. A burglar he’d fight, The mailman he’d bite. But from water he’d run off and cower.
Bill was both cruel and naive. And stayed up all night Christmas Eve. His cunning plan, was to catch the fat man. But Bill’s family was destined to grieve.
Enthralled by your Christmas tree, Your cat will set ornaments free. She’ll bat and she’ll tug, Until the tree hits the rug, And destruction will fill her with glee.
It’s amazing what frog aristocrats will spend for fly pies. There once was a gecko named Stan. Who came up with a lucrative plan. He caught him some flies, Which he baked into pies, Then sold to a wealthy frog-man.
There once was a conquering horse, Who took someone’s pasture by force. But through God’s saving grace, He relinquished the place, And left full of pain and remorse.