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Once upon a time
When all the world was but slime
A virus lost dime
He claims it's a crime
That somebody stole his dime
And hid it in slime
But an E.coli
Means that what he tells is lie
As he's pretty sly
You can't have a dime
If the world is only slime
It's not the right time
He says it isn't lie
Because slime rule doesn't apply
To things that can fly
And he had a dime
Now lost somewhere in the slime
By some vicious crime
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An old paradigm
Somehow lost her only dime
In the pail of slime
She sits on the lime
Peering straight into the slime
But can't see the dime
Jumping from the lime
She should dive into the slime
To retrieve her dime
But worn paradigm
Could not dive into the slime
Even in her prime
So she hired a snail
Promising him a long nail
If he dives to pail
But the greedy snail
Says that only for a nail
He wouldn't dive to pail
So the paradigm
Lost forever her last dime
In the pail of slime
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A conceited prime
Is said to commit a crime
Stealing a worn rhyme
She says that the rhyme
Is in public a long time
So it is no crime
If a decent prime
Stole a copyrighted rhyme
She would become slime
At the present time
There's no copyrighted rhyme
Only a proud prime
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I am suspicious
That my baby is vicious
Though looks delicious
She is but too smart
In ripping my heart apart
Giving me a start
When I sleep dead drunk
She copulates with a skunk
Disgusting like gunk
She says I'm insane
And cures me with her long cane
Giving me much pain
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My stupid monkey
Listens to my wild funky
And becomes junkie
As he is clunky
Doesn't know that such wild funky
Isn't good for monkey
For him is hip-hop
Or some really stupid pop
From which kitch may drop
But such dull music
Makes him quite a bit too sick
As it has no lick
So to my monkey
I play a kind of funky
But quite out of key
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A worn anorak
Discovered that his ancient truck
Got a serious crack
He is really struck
By such a batch of bad luck
For his rusty truck
In utter despair
He tries some available repair
With nothing to spare
With a band-aid
Obtained from his loving maid
He tries some first aid
It is understood
That despite his nasty mood
It cannot be good
A sadistic brack
Offers him some other truck
If he goes to rack
But no anorak
Would go to a torture rack
For the sake of truck
He accepts this wrack
Scraps for good his old truck
And escapes to crack
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In my ancient pail
I found a little pretty whale
Playing with a snail
But the wicked snail
Abuses the little poor whale
With his rusty nail
If he doesn't behave
I will throw him to the cave
Or some musty grave
He's afraid of cave
Let alone a musty grave
And tries to behave
So in my old pail
Plays a whale
Along with snail
And no one must wail
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A poor orator
Likes to speak on Creator
And alligator
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An old curator
Means that such orator
Is a harm factor
At last orator
Became a good narrator
And fruitful author
His crazy tales
On life in ancient Wales
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Have quite good sales
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On transformator
As well as on allocator
Or dislocator
On graduator
As well as on fornicator
Or combinator
... etc (DIY s'il vous plait)
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