The Wheeler Twins

The Wheeler twins were born the same,
Identical, no doubt.
Both normal ‘cept for one thing;
They were both born inside out.

Their outsides all were inside
And their innards were displayed
To the packs of dogs that chased them
If they went outside and played.

Now you won’t see the twins
And that may leave you in a quandary.
They never leave the house
Because they’re always doing laundry.

Tommy Balammi

There was a little baby
And some folks would say, just maybe,
That it’s such a shame this kid was even born.

The kids’ first name was Tommy
And his last name was Balammi
And this boys birth sign was that of Capricorn.

Now Tom had an affliction
That messed up stance and diction
And his use of pencils, slippers, forks and phones.

With little contemplating
And even lesser time debating
You could see that Tom was born without no bones.

Tom was not a walker
And not known much as a talker
And his parents carried him inside a bucket.

‘Cause of his boneless flaws
Tommy ate his meals through straws
And a sponge placed in his mouth so he could suck it.

It’s true Tommy’s life was rougher
And come Halloween was tougher
‘Cause his costumes were more specialized than some.

But the best one, he’d conclude,
Was to trick or treat all nude
And go door to door as chewed up bubble gum.

Little Nell

Little Nell went hiking
And she wore her favorite bonnet.
A hunter took her down because
The hat had antlers on it.

Little Nell

Little Nell made window drapes
And they were colored red.
She went to hang the curtains
And hung herself instead.

Fletcher’s Goiter

Fletcher had a goiter
From his neck the growth was swellin’.
Fletch looked like he had consumed
A rather large-sized melon.

He saw a doctor only once
And never had a foller up.
He simply wore his shirts reversed
And always wore the collar up.

Snot Recipe

Dry a bowl of honey
In time you’ll have some sugar.
Unwet that runny nose
And presto! It’s a booger.

High Pants Man (a jump-rope rhyme)

High Pants Man, High Pants Man,
Sittin’ on the bus Mr. High Pants Man.
Lookin’ for a quarter? Lookin’ for a locket?
Lookin’ for something down deep in your pocket?

Gonna ride the bus ‘til half-past two.
Mr. hHigh Pants Man always lookin’ at you.
Lookin’ for a quarter or keys to a Chevy?
How many seconds ‘til he breathes heavy?

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