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
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


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....


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!! :)


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!"


Toadee said...

I would be honoured Jodie

J Morgetron said...



Toadee said...

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