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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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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.
Aha, that was great. Very original.
I normally click into a topic and click straight out again if it is a poem. Nice bit of writing there, got me from the first line :)
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.
Fantastic and original.
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. ;-)
Great stuff.
Really great rhythmn too.
Really great rhythmn too.
perky
Ahar, masterous.
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.
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