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.


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4 comments:

  1. Pete23 July 2015 at 17:36

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

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    1. Rob Z Tobor23 July 2015 at 18:14

      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.

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  2. Unknown23 July 2015 at 23:40

    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.

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    1. Rob Z Tobor24 July 2015 at 13:37

      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.

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