Tuesday, 23 October 2007

On being a sausage

I wish I was a sausage
oh what a life it is
just lying in a nice warm pan
going
plink, bang, fizz

I 'd get an even sun tan
without using factor eight
and then I'd join the eggs and beans
lying on the plate

9 comments:

Justine said...

That sent me off to look for some Spike Milligan poetry as it rather reminded me of him.

Darlin_Jo said...

LMAO....I needed that my dear Toadee...

Thanks for the words of encouragement on my blog....

~Darlin~

Sophia said...

Yeah but then you'd get poked with a fork and then chewed up and then digested....that doesn't seem too fun!

snowelf said...

Toadee! You are so much fun!! :)

--snow

Toadee said...

Spike was\is my hero! and thank you for visiting my blog Justine (hope it hasn't lowered your opinion of me hehe)

perhaps this particular sausage enjoys a bit of prodding and chewing, it takes all sorts hehe

Hope everything is going ok Jo

Snow, I'm trying hard not to grow up

J Morgetron said...

I love this poem. May I share it with my students?

I'd love to tell them my friend wrote it.

They'll say, "Oooooh ... you know a famous poet?" and I'll say ... "YES!"

-J

Toadee said...

I would be honoured Jodie

J Morgetron said...

YAY!

-J

Toadee said...

feel free to arrange an all expenses paid trip for me to tead it personally hehe