The pious priest – Anon
There was once a pious young priest
Who lived almost wholly on yeast;
‘For’ he said, ‘it is plain
We must all rise again,
And I want to get started, at least.’
Opportunity
by Harry Graham
When Mrs Gorm (Aunt Eloise)
Was stung to death by savage bees,
Her husband (Prebendary Gorm)
Put on his veil, and took the swarm,
He’s publishing a book, next May,
On How to make Bee-keeping Pay.
Nature
by Daniel Pettiward
IT’s a pity that nature entails
Such things as snails
And that being alone with it implies
So many flies.
Clerihews
by E C Bentley
George the Third
Ought never to have occurred
One can only wonder
At so grotesque a blunder
* * *
It is curious that Handel
Should always have used a candle,
Men of his stamp
Generally use a lamp.
* * *
‘The moustache of Adolf Hitler
Could hardly be littler,’
Was the thought that kept recurring
To Field-Marshall Goering.
Perpetual Motion of Thought 