There was a young man, who was right,
About everything he seen day and night,
Until it just came,
With no one to blame,
And stole his bloody well sight.
By Dr Geebers
Category: nonsence
There was a young man, who was old,
Who got a real bad cold?
When coughing away,
And sneezing each day,
His bogies became solid as gold.
By Dr Geebers
There was a young man who was daft,
Who built an invisible raft,
To float on the sea,
To say Jesus was he,
But it flipped, he drowned and they laughed.
By Dr Geebers
There was a young man, who was bold,
That was dying so he was told,
So he wrote out a will,
For his son Bill,
To leave him his bloody well cold.
By Dr Geebers
There was a young man a sinner
Who thought he was a lottery winner,
So he jumped in the air,
Like he didn’t care,
And slipped and fell in his dinner.
By Dr Geebers
There was a young man from Brazil,
Who climbed up to the top of a hill,
When looking down,
The stupid big clown,
He froze, from the shock of the thrill.
By Dr Geebers
There was a young man so hazy,
Who was completely lazy,
When doing the splits,
He had us in bits,
Because he was totally crazy.
By Dr Geebers
There was a young man shouting peace,
So everyone could hear at least,
Until getting attacked,
As matter of fact,
By a big gaggle of geese.
By Dr Geebers
There was a young man on the telly,
Who had a really big belly,
When jumping around,
It bounced up and down,
Like a big wobbly jelly.
By Dr Geebers
There was a young man on the edge,
Of a ten foot building with a wedge,
When walking along,
He put a foot wrong,
And lost all his money in rage.
By Dr Geebers
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