The Ballad of the Golden Goose
In The Place With No Mirrors by Phillippa of the Phoenix (which you should go and read, if you haven't already), each character (poet?) has their own rhyme scheme. I took that and ran with it. And kept on running. I'm practically in Belgium now.
Two Labourers
There once was a labourer from ...
Moosey
Who followed a great golden goosey
He had to keep running–
No.
There once was a man who-was-a-labourer
No.
There once was a man called Moose
My name's not Moose.
Shut up. Who followed a great golden goose;
But he was rather coy
And a killjoy
And his neck ended up in a noose.
There once were two men on a farm-y
And one of them really was barmy;
He got stuck to a goose
And called his friend Moose
. . .
Now I wish I'd joined the army.
See.
Not that easy
Is it?
Gee,
Stop your sleazy
Visit.
Shut your gob.
Big fat nob.
I'm not talking any more.
All this walking is a chore–
Evil glare
From a bear
Shakes me in my underwear!