My sister’s annoyed by my brother
Who keeps cracking jokes about our mother.
But Mom doesn’t mind
But not cause she’s kind
But his insults are one after the other
I hate that it’s now 2016.
Another damned year as the Queen!
But no jet packs or cars
Or spaceships to Mars -
Though I’m glad we don’t eat soylent green.
In my tiny research submarine,
My skin started glowing bright green.
Twenty-thousand leagues later,
I met up with a 'gator
And what happened then was obscene.
(I’m not feeling too creative. Free first line for anyone.)
I’m feeling so cold and so sad.
I should never have moved from Riyadh.
But my temp job expired
And my bomb-belt misfired
I think that my timing is flawed
There once was a gal with a frog