Christy had a mite largesse –
But not of spending dough.
Yes, ev’ry step that Christy took
Her ‘ess’ would jiggle so.
Bill be hungry
Bill be slick
Bill is a cat and he stole the first lick.
Cookies candies puddings and pies…
Og’ling shops that make me cry.
When the owners see; say, “Hey!”
Dieting-me vows, “Another day!”
Beep bop bell
Trucks made Daddy fell
Who left them out?
Little toddler lout.
Who picked them up?
©2022 Chel Owens
Think these were funny? I’ll bet you can write a better one (or two or three!). Go ahead: think up a nursery-rhyme formatted poem for the current Terrible Poetry Contest.