Archie was an ugly man
Of quite unpleasant face
His nose looked rather ill at ease
And slightly out of place
In fact his nose was quite depressed
And feeling out of sorts
And though it never said too much
Had suicidal thoughts
Archie never had a clue
Of his nose's mental state
But sometimes wondered why it had
Become so quiet of late
It was late on Tuesday evening
When the fire was burning low
That Archie's nose decided
That it was time to go
So striking out upon its own
It started a new life
Finding happiness at last
With an earlobe for a wife
Youth is wasted on the young
We've always known that's true
And so I have a simple plan
For what we need to do
Remove their youth is what I say
Excise it surgically
Put it in a bottle
And inject it into me
Time marches on
I've heard it said
Until one day you wind up dead
There are days
At least for me
I wish that time would stop for tea
That brave and bold Banana
Adventurer was he
He sailed over the ocean waves
Across the briny sea
To the jungles of the Amazon
Where he trekked both night and day
In search of buried treasure
In a green and red beret
Until, one night, in jungle camp
Still brave and bold, but vaguely damp
A troop of monkeys gathered near
And Banana, wracked with fear
Paid a ransom for his hide
And thus survived when he might have died
In morning's light relieved but sore
Standing on the jungle floor
In deepest tones an oath he swore
To go adventuring no more
And homeward then, he sadly went
Dignified,
But slightly bent
Evolution marches on
What's here today may soon be gone
And as the aeons on doth roll
Evolution takes its toll
On creatures past their use-by date
So you better watch out, mate,
If stupidity's extinction's sign
Then you could be the first in line!
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