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
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Sometimes, working on the monkeys and Shakespeare theory, I think if I ramble enough I might eventually write something worthwhile. Lets give it a try..........
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That sent me off to look for some Spike Milligan poetry as it rather reminded me of him.
LMAO....I needed that my dear Toadee...
Thanks for the words of encouragement on my blog....
~Darlin~
Yeah but then you'd get poked with a fork and then chewed up and then digested....that doesn't seem too fun!
Toadee! You are so much fun!! :)
--snow
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
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
I would be honoured Jodie
YAY!
-J
feel free to arrange an all expenses paid trip for me to tead it personally hehe
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