A rhyming couplet, irresistible to use across the centuries.
The wombat lives across the seas,
Among the far Antipodes.
He may exist on nuts and berries,
Or then again, on missionaries;
His distant habitat precludes
Conclusive knowledge of his moods,
But I would not engage the wombat
In any form of mortal combat.
— The Wombat, Ogden Nash
A rhyming couplet, irresistible to use across the centuries.
The other ones are complete bullshit
You want something corny?
You got it
There’s a house on my street
And it looks real neat
I’m the chap who lives in it
There’s a tree on the sidewalk
There’s a car by the door
I’ll go for a drive in it
And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
He’ll look for a place to sit
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
-The Police (On Any Other Day)