Someone prays before each meal,
And jugged hare on the menu places,
Then we would correctly feel
That they’d have put on hares and graces?
Successful airline owners may
Pass on to higher things, one day –
At wake there will be,
A most impressive heir display!
Should there be an air* stuck in your ear,
Don’t try, when you go diving,
To use it for breath, or else I fear
You’ll end up not surviving.
A shopkeeper was selling short,
But by a customer was caught:
He had a nifty gadget there
To push the scale with compressed air.
So all the items, by weight, bought,
Would seem to weigh more than they ought;
It didn’t seem the man to faze
When shown the airer of his weighs.
Said airily, ‘But weren’t you taught
Air air-vidently weighs near naught?’
(Barometer brought to desp-air
Air-tempt, with science, to get cl-air.)
Can be a pain
With, sky-high, prices flying;
Then how much less
One could, I guess,
Go aero-fancy buying!
If hares should mildly urinate
Beware of a distressing fate –
A technical itch in a tender spot
From gentle hare pees you might have got.