Category: Comical

Box That B!

Buzz bees about as bombs blast, boom!
The letter ‘B’ brazen bickers and boos.
Be that as it may, beings work not be.
Breaching banks, blare bays, that d’you see?

A Game of Hopscotch

The boy named Samuel today played hopscotch;
He asked me to join, but I said, ‘Might I watch?’

Raymond’s Heaven

Raymond was a boy of seven,
‘What’s meant by’, he asked when, ‘heaven?’
Mother took some time to answer;
Meanwhile danced as was a dancer.

The Birthday Boy and the Girl

The girl first smiled, went minutes by; she told him then, ‘You be my guy.’
No bounds knew joy, on him light dawned; What he said next was quite profound:
‘My darling you are; let me not cry; but truth be told: I am a spy.’