[Duj] Graag gedaan. I love the collective brain of this place.

So do I, though it's often somewhat of the variety known as scatter.

Poems I learned when I was little were "Eletelephony," "Ooey Gooey," and "A Peanut Sat on a Rail Road Track." The one my Daddy really liked to recite was "Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts."

I enjoy all this doggerel
As much as tasty custard
I like to read the silly words
That [Pen] and [Dujon] mustered.

If all the world were apple pie
And all the sea were ink
And all the trees were bread and cheese
What would we have to drink?

I find it all so flattering
That you so like that poem
But this could take a battering
If scoured with fine-toothed comb.

how about a new game (to replace the terminally ill holiday anagrams) in which we can record the wonderful aphorisms passed on by our parents (whether in verse or prose). It might make a useful repository of knowledge. Or it might not.
One favourite from my dad is "If we had ham, we could have ham and eggs, if we had eggs."