Oh, to be a caterpillar,
Life would be a farce.
Sliding down a lettuce leaf,
And landing on my elbow!
Thank you, thank you! I know, I know...it's my genius - it's such a curse. Some of us are born great - others of us have to have it thrust into us, later in life. Mine was thrust into me before birth - I'd kill my dad, if he was alive!
For my next poem, I'd like to share...
There once was a lady called Perkins
Who was ever so fond of small gherkins.
One day, after tea,
She ate forty-three,
And pickled her internal workings!
And, with that, I must away! My forsooth is verily packed with gadzooks and that nasty audience is getting ever closer with those iron bars!
Think well of me, until I heartily strike you into damnable mirth once again - byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The Phantom Giggly escapes into the night, yet again!