Carolyn Wells

The Flute Tutor A tooter who tooted a flute tried to tutor two tooters to toot. Said the two to the tooter, “Is it harder to toot, or to tutor two tooters to toot?”

The Flute Tutor

A tooter who tooted a flute
tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to the tooter,
“Is it harder to toot, or
to tutor two tooters to toot?”

Jack Prelutsky

The Diatonic Dittymunch The Diatonic Dittymunch plucked music from the air, He swallowed scores of symphonies and still had space to spare. Sonatas and cantatas slithered sweetly down his throat; He made ballads into salads and consumed them note by note. He ate marches and mazurkas, he ate rhapsodies and reels, Minuets and tarantellas were … Continue reading “Jack Prelutsky”

The Diatonic Dittymunch

The Diatonic Dittymunch plucked music from the air,
He swallowed scores of symphonies and still had space to spare.
Sonatas and cantatas slithered sweetly down his throat;
He made ballads into salads and consumed them note by note.

He ate marches and mazurkas, he ate rhapsodies and reels,
Minuets and tarantellas were the staples of his meals.
But the Diatonic Dittymunch outdid himself one day:
He ate a three-act opera —
And LOUDLY passed away.

Mark Eckman

I have a spelling checker It came with my PC It highlights for my review Mistakes I cannot sea. I ran this poem thru it I’m sure your pleased to no Its letter perfect in it’s weigh My checker told me sew. There are a number of different versions, extensions and derivatives of this poem … Continue reading “Mark Eckman”

I have a spelling checker
It came with my PC
It highlights for my review
Mistakes I cannot sea.

I ran this poem thru it
I’m sure your pleased to no
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh
My checker told me sew.

There are a number of different versions, extensions and derivatives of this poem that can be found; however Mark Eckman has confirmed that this is the text of his original.

Ogden Nash

The Octopus Tell me, O Octopus, I begs Is those things arms, or is they legs? I marvel at thee, Octopus; If I were thou, I’d call me Us.

The Octopus

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.

The Frog

What a wonderful bird the frog are! When he stand he sit almost; When he hop he fly almost. He ain’t got no sense hardly; He ain’t got no tail hardly either. When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.

What a wonderful bird the frog are!
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.
He ain’t got no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.

Lewis F Richardson

Big Whorls Have Little Whorls Big whorls have little whorls That feed on their velocity, And little whorls have lesser whorls And so on to viscosity. This poem summarises Richardson’s 1920 paper ‘The supply of energy from and to Atmospheric Eddies’

Big Whorls Have Little Whorls

Big whorls have little whorls
That feed on their velocity,
And little whorls have lesser whorls
And so on to viscosity.

This poem summarises Richardson’s 1920 paper ‘The supply of energy from and to Atmospheric Eddies’

Ogden Nash

The turtle lives twixt plated decks Which practically conceal its sex. I think it clever of the turtle, In such a fix to be so fertile.

The turtle lives twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle,
In such a fix to be so fertile.