There was an old gardener from Leeds,
Who was totally cack-handed with weeds,
He’d yank up his flowers,
While weeding for hours,
And throw the lot into the reeds.
A retired barber named Sue,
Could never find anything to do,
When things got real drastic,
She took up gymnastics,
And soon became world number two.
A bored lonely blogger named Steve,
Would write shit that you wouldn’t believe,
His limericks sucked,
And his grammar was fucked,
When he left for Substack, no one grieved.
(I’m not leaving for Substack, just saying)
Perfect Chaos 