Poems

Bob is a very interesting individual,

He always finds himself speaking with similar syllables.

He ends up doing it so frequently,

He thinks he speaks on a whole other frequency.

It started to become a definite,

That his rhyming was so natural that he was never hesitant.

He started to rhyme so much that he was doing it illegally,

And he kept on doing it and doing it and doing it repeatedly.

How he did this nobody could understand,

Maybe he had a word list written in the palm of his hand.

That he looked down to when he was in trouble,

And would start to rhyme so much he’d do it on the double.

Sooner or later the police caught on,

And they found their best police officers waiting to be called on.

And then the investigation began,

And when Bob found out, oh how fast he ran.

But the police had always had him in their sight,

And when they came up, Bob put up a good fight,

But the police ended up taking him to jail,

And he didn’t have friends rich enough to pay him bail.

So this is the sad life of that professional rhymer,

Who looked like an old timer,

Who’s life ended basic and plain,

With him being put in a mental asylum for going insane.

Once upon a time, there was a dog called Bob,

Who for some reason loved to eat corn on the cob.

He went to a therapist and it turned out to be an addiction,

And he ended up unable to shake his corn on the cob affliction.

He ate corn on the cob so much he thought he was a sinner,

Because every day he ate it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Oh, that poor hungry old dog bob,

Every time he saw corn on the cob he’d just stick it in his gob.

The dog didn’t want a rub, water or a pet,

He wanted corn on the cob and that IS WHAT HE WOULD GET!

He found himself wanting it every day,

And would go to the corn farm and wait there by the hay.

All he wanted was corn on his plate,

And he would start to bite if it got there late.

The farmer became his new best friend,

Until he cut his corn supply off and Bob thought his life was going to end.

It turned out that bob didn’t really like corn,

And to stop eating it he imagined them as thorns.

Nobody wants to eat thorns, he thought,

Until he tried it once and it became the only thing he sought.

Oh no! He had he became hooked?

He ate so much he started to wrinkle and look crook.

After he realised his fate, the dog sat in the corner to sob,

Oh, that poor old dog Bob.

There once was a boy who walked down the street,

Heading to Macca's because he wanted to eat,

He passed Bob and his corn,

Who had married each other and a baby was born.

He passed the jail and waved to Desharn the rhymer,

But by now he was a freaky, crazy old timer.

He walked past the farmer and his seven pet dogs,

Who were all going for a swim in their speedo togs.

He walked past Greg and his silver braces,

Who was talking to a bunch of unfamiliar faces.

He sprinted by a bunch of criminals,

Because they were big strong and had guns, and he thought he was gonna get killed.

Eventually, he got to Macca’s,

And the frozen coke machine was broken

The End.