The words don’t come, I’ve been struck dumb, like a mummer or a mime.
My mind is active with thoughts protracted that take up all my time,
If they emerge amidst a surge, the future could change forever.
So I bite my tongue, sing songs and hum and hold these thoughts together.
There was a vain chap from the city
Who thought he was ever so pretty
But he married a wife
Who gave him such strife
His hair disappeared
What a pity
There once was an old man from Hale
Whose marriage was destined to fail
He fell for her looks
But she spent all his bucks
On make-up and painting her nails
A man once married a shrew
Who kept telling him what to do
Till one day she went missing
And soon he was kissing
A lady who came from Peru