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An egg for a head, had poor little Pete,
Arms made from cheese and butter for feet,
His dairy-made body would slip slide away,
From the bullies who bothered him every day,
And the trails he left on the pavement were used,
For cooking up bacon in the fat that he oozed.
One summer's day Pete lay back on the grass,
Watching the birds in the sky as they'd pass,
When suddenly Pete heard a noise was emitting,
From the back of his head - it sounds like it's spliting!
The back of Pete's head was needing a-scratching,
And at once he a-realised his face was a-hatching!
The beak of a bird was tapping inside,
Breaking his skin and tearing it wide,
His cheese arms were flailing and flapping about,
He was now ailing as the beak would now sprout,
Snapping the shell of Pete's head in two,
The culprit revealed, a baby emu.
And if there's a moral to be heard from this tale,
That an egg for a head, be it cuckoo or quail,
Should be blown of it's yolk, as a word to the wise,
Unless than of course, it's a Kinder Surprise.
Arms made from cheese and butter for feet,
His dairy-made body would slip slide away,
From the bullies who bothered him every day,
And the trails he left on the pavement were used,
For cooking up bacon in the fat that he oozed.
One summer's day Pete lay back on the grass,
Watching the birds in the sky as they'd pass,
When suddenly Pete heard a noise was emitting,
From the back of his head - it sounds like it's spliting!
The back of Pete's head was needing a-scratching,
And at once he a-realised his face was a-hatching!
The beak of a bird was tapping inside,
Breaking his skin and tearing it wide,
His cheese arms were flailing and flapping about,
He was now ailing as the beak would now sprout,
Snapping the shell of Pete's head in two,
The culprit revealed, a baby emu.
And if there's a moral to be heard from this tale,
That an egg for a head, be it cuckoo or quail,
Should be blown of it's yolk, as a word to the wise,
Unless than of course, it's a Kinder Surprise.
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I really enjoyed it. It made me laugh ans painted a strange picture inside my head.
I'm popping this since I've just read through all the other stories.
Grix Thraves wrote:
> I really hate poetry, I just like writing stories in the form of poems
From this entry I'd say that you tend to do it really well. This really was pure pleasure to read. It's not so much that I hate poetry, I like fun poems. There's no guarantee that the poems written on here are fun so I tend to just avoid them altogether.
> I used to write.. poems. It's one of the harshest memories I have.
Maybe you should again. It may take the abrasiveness off the harsh memory if you write poems which you can no longer associate with it.
Grix Thraves wrote:
> I really hate poetry, I just like writing stories in the form of poems
From this entry I'd say that you tend to do it really well. This really was pure pleasure to read. It's not so much that I hate poetry, I like fun poems. There's no guarantee that the poems written on here are fun so I tend to just avoid them altogether.
> I used to write.. poems. It's one of the harshest memories I have.
Maybe you should again. It may take the abrasiveness off the harsh memory if you write poems which you can no longer associate with it.
thats fantastic. ahhh.. thats gonna hurt come winter
Thanks for the praise people. I really hate poetry, I just like writing stories in the form of poems, so I know how you feel Sleepy.
I used to write.. poems. It's one of the harshest memories I have.
I used to write.. poems. It's one of the harshest memories I have.
Ahar, masterous.
perky
Great stuff.
Really great rhythmn too.
Really great rhythmn too.
That was brilliant. Just wonderfully charming.
Kind of disappointing it had nothing to do with Red Dwarf, though. ;-)
Kind of disappointing it had nothing to do with Red Dwarf, though. ;-)
Fantastic and original.
Just brilliant. I think there was about one line where the rhyme didn't flow as I read it; an incredible achievement.
Top stuff, this rhyming thang comes easy to you.
Top stuff, this rhyming thang comes easy to you.
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