“Tonight’s December thirty-first,Something is about to burst.The clock is crouching, dark and small,Like a time bomb in the hall.Hark, it’s midnight, children dear.Duck! Here comes another year!”
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean,And so it was between them both,They licked their platters clean. Thanks to Peter G Millington-Wallace for the reminder.
When I was young I had a dream,I dreamt of worlds I had not seen. I dreamt I travelled in a beamOf light that shone both blue and green.Now I grow old I swear that IWill travel that way when I die.
The sexual life of the camel,
Is stranger than anyone thinks.
This weird and mysterious animal,
Has designs upon the Sphinx.
The boy stood in the supper-room
Whence all but he had fled;
He’d eaten seven pots of jam
And no amount of bread.