Yes, Roger; nice to have a head start with a poem :-)
Two before bed:
There was an Old Man of the West,
Who wore a pale plum-coloured vest;
When they said, 'You look odd!'
He just smiled with a nod
And proceeded to eat it with zest.
- - -
There was a Young Lady whose eyes,
Were unique as to colour and size,
Being the shade of fine rain
And as big as her brain
So she worked for the government spies.