Humorous Rhymes for Birthday, Christmas and Other Occasions

There was a young girl from Rabat,
Who had triplets, Nat, Pat and Tat;
It was fun in the breeding,
But hell in the feeding,
And birthdays were no joy
When she found she had no tit for Tat.

There once was a Man called Reg
Who Went with a Girl in a Hedge
Along came his wife
On her birthday night
With a big carving knife

A bather whose clothing was strewed,
By winds that left her quite nude,
Nothing but her birthday suit
Saw a man come along,
And unless we are wrong,
You expected this line to be lewd.

There was a young lass from Australia
Who painted her ass like a Dahlia
The shape it was fine
And the color divine
But the aroma—well, that was a faihlia

I once took our vicar to tea;
On his birthday, you see
It was just as I thought it would be:
His rumblings abdominal
Were simply phenomenal,
And everyone thought it was me.

There once was a fly on the wall
I blew out my birthday candles and all
I wonder why it didn't fall
Because its feet stuck
Or was it just luck
Or does gravity miss things so small?.

A young schizophrenic named Struther,
Who learned of the death of his brother on his birthday,
He said, "I know that it's bad,
But I don't feel too sad.
After all, I still have each other."