Scrabble
Today I played Scrabble,
And made up a load of babble,
Like shabble, flabble and dabble,
It was my first game of Scrabble.
And as you can see,
I’m not talented with thee,
Art of playing Scrabble,
Because I make words like rabble,
When really I should make words like psychobabble.
Underpants
I was told to write about underpants,
So the first things I thought of were ants,
I’ve got ants in my pants,
And I’m going to my aunts,
What am I going to do?
I could dance in my underpants,
Or plant some plants for the ants,
These ants are such tyrants,
And I want them out of my pants!
Curtains
The curtains are drawn,
And it’s nearly dawn,
People think I’m withdrawn,
But I have a friend Shaun…
He doesn’t have much brawn,
But he likes to mow the lawn,
I stifle a yawn…
Maybe I am withdrawn?
Hannah
Hannah,
Your name rhymes with Montana,
But you're not Hannah Montana,
It also rhymes with Savannah,
And urbana and banana.
You are a top banana,
And like to drink tropicana,
Aspecially if it's from Indiana,
Because you're Hannah Indiana.
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