A greedy gorilla

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A greedy gorilla

A Weetabix eating gorilla,
Keeping semi-skimmed milk in her chiller
Munched Cornflakes and Sugar-Smacks,
Muesli and Wheatie-Snacks
-The gal was a cereal-filler.

Jack and Jean

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Jack and Jean

Jack met Jean
Upon the street,
Hi-Jean, he quipped.
Though she smelled sweet.

Hi-Jack she yelled
And to a man,
The people in 
The street all ran.

Thick

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Thick

Unable to mingle,
The cream remained single,
Relationships limited, pouring.
Then, whipped to a double
She soon had no trouble
Pulling pavlovas and scoring.

Vax fact

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Vax fact

Your reasons, excuses
To avoid the vaccine
Are so bloody selfish;
Take one for the team!
Whatever you think
About personal rights
Our world deserves more
Than a few blatherskites.

Blatherskite:  A person who talks at great length without making sense.

Treasure Chest

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Treasure Chest

Ignoring her dad, overbearing,
Her outfit was low-cut and daring.
Meeting up with her prof,
They kissed and sailed off
With a chest modified for seafaring.

A rabbit’s habits

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A rabbit's habits

A rabbit cohabits
From sociable habits,
Producing her young by the score.
And when she is old
Then her partner is told
Not tonight bunny, I'm sore.

Dauphy

Dauphy

me and my dog
have a bit of a blog
but he don't earn his keep
he is often asleep
it's an age thing I think
so I don't raise a stink
and I love him to bits
I guess that makes us quits

Rhyme

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Rhyme 

Miming takes timing
to be a sensation
but rhyming needs priming,
a muse, stimulation.

The Learner

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The Learner

Go for it, you wimp.
But mum, it's so high!
Don't be a wuss.
I'm touching the sky!
There is nothing to fear.
Mum, that's absurd.
Just do it, please.
Am I really a bird?
We all have to learn.
I don't like this ledge.
Oh, for goodness sake, son
-just jump off and fledge.

What do women do all day?

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What do women do all day?

Hobbo, my man, you are looking dead beat.
I am, to be frank, mate, I'm run off my feet.
Mrs H. has been ill for a couple of weeks
So, I've picked up the housework. It's not for the weak.

I've vacuumed and dusted and mopped 'kitchen floor,
The washing, the ironing, there's always some more.
This morning, tried changing the sheets on the bed
And finished inside of the duvet instead.

My cooking's improving, though not Cordon Bleu,
Honestly, pal, it's a bit of a blur.
I don't wish to drag down the talk to obscene
But even the toilet has had a deep clean.

Hand on my heart and I say it with pride,
I've done all the jobs that she takes in her stride.
No wonder you're knackered, I'll stand you a drink!
Sorry, no, I must dash, there are pots in the sink.
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