Monday, 28 January 2008

  • Poet, Croet!

    There once was a man named Neal.
    He twisted and broke his heel.
    His mother came out and made quite a shout
    And said, "Timmy, look, there's an eagle!"

    Neal was upset that his mother's crumpet
    Was all mushy and not sweet at all...
    But once in disguise and tricking the eyes
    His heel was not broken at all.

    The lesson here learned is one to be yearned
    But never completely fulfilled.
    Because when you're young
    And eating ping mung
    The Chinese won't make no more meals.

    It's a waste, they say, a complete waste
    to make such good food for a child.
    You must grow a bit and not throw a fit
    or at least eat it plain and mild.

    This, Neal could not take for he wanted his steak!
    Make me my T-Bone, NOW!
    His mother glanced over but saw the dog Rover
    And no sizzle was heard at all.

    About a month later when the temperature was greater,
    Rover passed away in the sun.
    He ate too much peanut butter because of Neal's mother
    And was buried in the ditch with the others.

    And this is the story of Neal and his day
    Which was quite well spent, I must say.
    But if you conceive the point I contrieve
    Then you'll be better off after all.

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