I like the "Ruthless Rhymes" of Harry Graham(1874 -1936). Here's a quick selection:

"There's been an accident!" they said,
"Your servant's cut in half; he's dead!"
"Indeed!" said Mr Jones, "and please
Send me the half that's got my keys."


Weep not for little Leonie,
Abducted by a French Marquis!
Though loss of honour was a wrench,
Just think how it improved her French!


That morning when my wife eloped
With James, our chauffeur, how I moped!
What tragedies in life there are!
I'm dashed if I can start the car!

Our governess - would you believe
It?-drowned herself on Christmas Eve!
This was a waste, as , anyway
It would have been a holiday.


When Mrs. Gorm (Aunt Eloise)
Was stung to death by savage bees,
Her husband (Prebendary Gorm)
Put on his veil, and took the swarm.
He's publishing a book , next May,
On "How To Make Bee-keeping Pay."

Quite hard to believe a Victorian poet could be so "sick"!