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Why is a raven like a writing desk. Who knows, who cares. And would you like more tea. I'm not sure who's mad anymore, Is it you or me.
One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other.
That flower is quite lively. Oh wait, that's not the word. The burrs in the trees are singing now. Well, that sounds most absurd. The lemon lake is a lovely blue. Oh. Lemon is a fruit.
Hurry up, your time is up Joe is there anyone else there.
Hi please follow me I'll give you a cup of tea I'm good at making them How many sugars ten.
There once was a man with an ox, His job was to knit woollen socks, Everyone called him a fox, But his name was really Knox.
Cecil is a centipede. And Cecil is my friend. The last time I saw Cecil. He was this big (Show with hands). I said 'Cecil what have you done??'. 'I had one apple'.
I've got a bad case of Emptyhead; The mice in my brain must all be dead.
Semi-sense, What's that you say. My gobble-kink, Is full of hay. Semi-sense, What's that I hear. You've got hegna, In your ear. Semi-sense, What are you doing. Your dampa zignex, Has gone to ruin.
Adventures beneath cover deal energetic feet. Great hind iguanas jingle kiwis lemons and melons. Neat oranges place quietly,respectively and safely.
One sunny night 2 dead boys started a fight They fired their sords Then drew their pistols. Luckly a deaf police man heard the comotion But acadently drowned them In a dried up ditch.
'Whole in one!' shouts Sienna As the hedgehog rolls about.
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This is a favourite poem from my childhood, written by Edwatd Lear. Enjoy.
When the wind of the wivering woggeldy woo. Came prowling the village of Kamchatkaroo. It wiggled and sniggled and squeezed its way through. And the whispers it glummoxed were steely and blue.