Life’s too short
Tooth’s too long
Horses snort
Answer’s wrong
Eyes too bright
Pool’s too deep
Bra’s too tight
He’s too cheap
Sky’s too high
Feet too smelly
Words can lie
Too tight belly
Stream beds trickle
Chewing gum sticks
I’m in a pickle
Up to old tricks.
Lost my keys
This won’t do
Down on my knees
Should get two.
Don’t say pome
Only a verse
Come on home
Could be worse.

1899. John Brown. (USPD.pub.date, artist life/COmmons.wikimedia.org)