Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Poetry for a Haunted Café.

There is a café not far Away
Where Mummies and Vampires like to sit all Day
Discussing poetry and the forbidden spells of the Dark
Then they walk their panthers in the Park

And a Ghastly Gruesome Giant Ghoul and a Ghost
Eat small children on bits of Toast
Which they have mid-afternoon with a cup of Tea
With frog spawn paste spread quite Thinly

Where Werewolves serve in their best Sunday Suits
And Banshees fly about while playing Violins and Flutes
And the Living Dead eat the Earl Grey’s Brains.
Drinking tepid water from the putrid Drains

You see . . . . .

Big Bills Greasy Fur Ball Café is the place to Die
But is rather exclusive and you will need to wear a tie
And Tuesday’s are half price Pensioners Day
Where you can eat roast Pensioner . . .  IN
Or have it as a


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  1. Not to keen on roast pensioner. All that gristle gets stuck in my teeth. Now a toddler pot roast...

    1. I think you might have a point, but folk get a bit annoyed if you eat their children, but quite often are rather pleased if you eat granny.

      I think if cooked slowly and for a long time and with a few spices Granny is a bit like eating Goat...