Drinking and Playing
Drinking and drinking Irish whiskey and red wine
They all thought they saw a spotted giraffe recline
Statistics say play
Oh ya, come what may
then they started playing with a fat porcupine.
His prickly quills were more than a few,
her black ink was seldom used,
octopus in sink,
porcupine got ink,
their writing poems making headline news.
There once was an oversexed hedgehog
Who had eyes for an exuberant frog ~
They had themselves a good yuk
But then got stuck, just their luck ~
Green porcupine baby's home’s in a bog
Four lines -- seven, eight, nine:*
leaping 'cross lagoons of blue
splashed peripatetic porcupine
who shot a quill at her behind
*The next 4 lines have 7, 8, or 9 syllables...