These boobs just keep running and running As Stevie writes verse oh-so-cunning As cool as ice cubes He delivers his 'boobs' And his final-line scansion is stunning
Enough of this outrageous hammery, It makes me all stuttery-stammery, I blush to my nose, And just stare at my toes, When the topic's unceasingly mammary.
Not original, but an old favourite because of its sheer silliness:
Said the vicar of Old St Paul's "Concerning these cracks in the walls, would it be faster to use quick-dry plaster?" And the Bishop of Leicester said "Balls!"