National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Sunday, 28 October 2018

Roll me home now

I went to the pub to have me some tea
Had old chicken stew and vegies of three
And my eyes were quite big and my stomach agreed
That the chocolate fudge cake looked just right for me

So I ordered this cake and my joy of its sight
Was something quite warming on a cold Sunday night
With chocolate sprinkles and a sauce on the right
I tucked in and consumed this pudding with might

But it was just moment later I discovered I erred
Oh we'll need to roll the girl home
For the stomach got wider and my eyes came all blurred
Give us time to roll the girl home
The belt of my trousers did start to extend
Oh dear roll the girl home
I should have realised the pudding was my final end
Its now the time to roll the girl home

With hysterical laughter and the locals all floored
I struggled to move or go through the door
I shot evil looks at the pudding black board
and knew that the pudding had defeated old Aud

So I waddled out sideways out into the street
Oh dear roll the girl home
I'm defeated and it been in a form of a treat
Give Mum a hand to roll the girl home
I looked like a Weeble or Telly tubby
 Oh dear roll the girl home
If you saw how I looked, you would probably agree
Give us a hand to roll the girl home

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