I found this oldie-but-goodie online. If the one source I found is correct, we’re not sure who penned this parody:
When the moon hits your eye,
Like a big pizza pie,
That’s amore.
When an eel bites your hand,
And that’s not what you planned,
That’s a moray.
When our habits are strange,
And our customs deranged,
That’s our mores.
When your horse chews dried grass,
And then begs for more, alas,
That’s some more hay.
When your sheep go to graze,
In a damp marshy place,
That’s a moor, eh?
When your boat comes home fine,
And you tie up her line,
That’s a moor, eh?
When Othello’s poor wife,
Becomes stabbed with a knife,
That’s a Moor, eh?
When you ace your last tests,
Like you did all the rest,
That’s some more A’s!
When on Mt. Cook you see,
A long aborigine,
That’s a Maori.
When your chocolate graham
Is so full and so crammed,
That s’more, eh?
http://homepage.ntu.edu.tw/~karchung/intro%20page%2024b.htm

Nevr seen that before, but yes its a great rendition
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I admit that I find these type of things funnier than they are. π
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I thought it was funny π
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We’ll laugh together, then.
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That’s precisely why I don’t swim in the ocean!
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I’m not fond of eel love, either. π
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They about exhausted the things you can do what that rhyme, with no more, eh?
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π Leave it to you to add one more, eh? (Good thing Joy’s not here.)
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She’d give me that what-for, eh?
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I suspect, given the pizza reference that it was some Signore?
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π Nice.
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When a glacier’s retreat
piles up stones at its feet
that’s a moraine
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Wow, Herb; you taught me something new!
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Yay. There are a couple more but I don’t remember them.
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I’d only heard three of these stanzas.
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Hurray for moray!
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π It could be a slogan.
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Pretty clever.
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Whoever wrote it is far wiser than I.
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When a cow slips and swims while eating some grass, alas thatβs a moor + hay
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I was trying to summon you to see this, Pam! π π
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HahaβIβm so transparent in my likings for punnery, arenβt I?
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I looked at it like, “Which of my friends would appreciate this high level of humor? Ah. Pam…..”
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π
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I could really credit you with this idea.
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Not guilty!
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That’s s’clever.
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I love it. π
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Well that’s a laugh i needed
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Yay! Happy to oblige. π
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very clever set of puns…
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π They are!
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How amazingly clever, Chelsea. Thanks for sharing the poem. Dare I say it could be classified as wonderfully “terrible.”
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π You are right. I ought to encourage puns more.
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Jaws put me off going more than 2 inches into the oceanβ¦β¦
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π π Aren’t you near the ocean?
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