Thursday, 23 July 2015

Poetry for Ice Cream

Folk all say it’s Granddads Fault
That Grandma was locked
In a deep underground Vault
But no one knows
It was really Me
Because I am not always nice
And a bit Sneak-He HE HE HE HE HE HE HE

Well they will not be telling me I can’t have ice cream again.

HAHAHHAH hah hah h ah ah ah ah ahha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ah ah ahha hha hahah 


  1. Nobody should ever stand between
    the eccentric child of cyberspace
    and his scoops of ice-cream.

    1. You can not have too much ice cream Mr H. . . . . O NO it is what keeps a chap going, and is useful to hide things like rabbits in.

      Only small rabbits I'm not mad.

  2. Tell me I can't have ice cream?! I've killed people for less...well, I've sent them to Coventry at least and I don't mean that I stopped talking to them, I mean that I've ACTUALLY sent them to Coventry.

    1. I have never been there even those it says Entry as part of its name. . . .

      It must be my rebellious nature. . .

      I am not very rebellious, as it sounds rather hard work and may involve shouting and arm waving.