light verse and much, much worse
When canny cannibals suggest
You call round as a dinner guest
You’re right to feel suspicious
They’re hoping you’re delicious
And if the book next to the pan
Is How To Serve Your Fellow Man
It’s time to quit the venue
‘Cause guess who’s on the menu?
Bananas look like boomerangs
But if you’re tempted, call a halt
For, if you don’t quite get the hang
A cop will charge you with assault
The critics ask from time to time
Do all your poems have to rhyme?
If not the case, my esteemed friends
How would I know when each one ends?
Porcupines, when making love
Must meet at the right juncture
For, any variation of
Results in acupuncture
Mr Ormsby At Large 