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Lying on the sofaall curled and meekbut in my furry-fuzzy headthere's a rapping beat.Gonna rap while I'm nappingand looking sweet
To vaguely amuseAnd banish the bluesWriting clerihewsI would choose.
Mr MerryhewWould ferry youAcross the Thames at BrayOn a tea tray.
I've just invented a flying machine;It's silver and gold and three shades of green.
I’m the king of the dinosaurs, number one reptile,tyrannosaurus rex can’t touch my style.I’m dressed to kill, got the sharpest suit,
We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
Itty-bitty. Bat. Tittle-tattle. TatShilly-shally. Shout. Dilly-dally. OutWilly-nilly. Woo. Silly Billy. Boo!Roly-poly. Rip. Pitter-patter. Pip
Peter the orange parrothad a very tiny beak,unlike the other parrotshe was never heard to speak.But they were never nasty to him,Peter the non-talking parrot
The night was as dark as an ink well,For the moon had gone visiting elsewhere,But by the scuffling sounds around me,I knew there was someone there.
A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,Surrounded by servants but all alone.Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.