Rhyming Nonsense Poem by George Hunter

I can make a silly rhyme
Almost any old time
For a nickel or a dime
Or a vodka with a lime.
I should have been a mime
With a face of whitish grime
Doing pantomime
And lead a life of crime
And end up doing time
In my single lifetime
Or doing overtime
In the good old summertime
Swinging on a vine
While playing ragtime
In the meantime
Slipping in the slime
Just before bedtime.

For I'm a rhyming fool
From Liverpool
Sitting on a toadstool
In Sunday school
Playing April fool
Like a big whirlpool
Causing me to drool
In my swimming pool

Does any of this make sense
Or is it just impertinence
A bit of nonsense
And some fraudulence
Or maybe flatulence.
Probably incompetence
To test your intelligence
And beg your sufferance.
So in all reverence
Please excuse my senescence
And this excresence!