No Point
There once was a man named Zeke,
He lived beside a creek,
His fortune was thus,
That he drove the school bus,
And although his name,
He felt quite lame,
Despite his shame,
He had a fine Dame,
Who had a name,
That of Jane,
And together they would ride,
side by side,
until his fortune did change,
when a sly fox with mange,
hitchhiking by the road,
with a friendly toad,
who's lawn was mowed,
and knees quite bowed,
did flag zeke down,
sayin' "China town",
Jane was inclined to frown,
noun isn't a noun,
more lame rhymes to come,
from me the lame one,
for my quest to be sure,
is only to bore,
so don't fall asleep or,
start to snore,
cause one thing for sure,
theres always more......................
Sooner...