Learn ‘er, Lois!
Low is Lois.
“Trap tea party tardy!”
Libs: our ills, uber alles.
Liber-ills bill our ills.
Bilious bills instill all ills.
Fifth Amendment? Own it!
Fifth Commandment? Do it!
Tea Party: “Eliminate!”
Whenever my rhyming skill dries,
I listen to inky black skies.
From over the grounds,
The saddest of sounds:
The blogosphere heaving its sighs.
The Bovril equivalent, Bovrite,
Can be purchased alongside of Marmite.
The marketer’s local,
An American yokel–
I just hope that they have the extract right.
I’m hiring a brand new class tutor.
Requirement? Know who’s a Tudor.
If Henry or Bess
Is whom he should guess,
I’ll hoot my Who’s Who Tudor tooter.
Phil Lately of Philadel’s deli
Fled to the oracle Delphy:
“You must collect stamps
“As late Lee, your gramps,
“Said flatly, philately, Lately.”
My sieve is shaped quite like that schooner,
That NASA-built module that’s lunar.
I snapped it in shots
O’er gridded date slots:
A moon lander colander calendar.
A Templar (a type among tipplers),
For Staples he drunk-ordered staplers.
While drinking his brew,
He mixed up the two,
And stapled his lips into zipplers.