I had an unreasonable amount of fun writing these. Cheers! — Aravind Prasant, ICSE ’11.
There once was a chap from Meru,
Who bungled deceiving Goblu:
His veg was fetched;
He ate till he he retched:
And now he’s still in the loo.
There once was a bit of hubbub
’Bout a mouse that stole some Bang’lore grub;
It cleared up soon,
When t’was found in a swoon,
Choking inside of a washtub.
There once lunched a quiet girl from Red,
Who foolishly brought along chilli spread:
And the dining hall,
As one in thrall,
Stopped just short of eating her head.
I once met a rather silly fresher,
Whose innocence was beyond measure;
I sent him away—
He’s there to this day—
Scouring Astha for hidd’n treasure.
There once was a fellow with some lovely hair,
Who trudged to the barber in due despair;
When out he came—
Oh, what a shame!
He looked just like a balding bear.
Of Vemana and his cursed gang,
We saw too much in old 3rd Lang.:
“It’s much too tough!
We’ve had enough!
We come for movies—let him hang!”
You think you’ve had a fall from grace:
You hang your head, you hide your face;
But pray be glad:
It’s not as bad
As the plight of an RV booercase.
There once was a boy named Shinde,
To whom P.T. was a cause for much dismay.
So he ran up a hill,
And hid until
He realised that it was a Sunday.
Now why don’t you try your hand at it?
With art by Athyuttam Reddy, ICSE ’11.