T
I
made myself a Viking mate
Out
of branches and some planks of wood
He
had a Viking helmet with horns and stuff
And
looked really really really good
Then
at night I left him outside the gates
Of
a delivery company called Parcel Force
But
in the morning he was gone
Because
my wooden mate
as I'm sure you have guessed
Was
a Trojan Norse
Which
is why he’s gone of course
Like
the horse
HAH
Hahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha hah a ha ha ha
ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h ahah ah
aha ha
The END
I need to put my glasses on because for a moment, I thought that the title read, 'Beware poetry bearing girls.' And we all know how unbearable poetry bearing girls can be.
ReplyDeleteIndeed Miss Lily better to stick with Trojans and Vikings. I dont plan to write girlie poetry unless they are chasing zombies with a cheese grater, a set of adjustable spanners and a flame thrower. . . . . . . . . Oooooooo Hang on I have just had a brilliant idea.
DeleteNo sorry only kidding. . .HAH AH ah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h aha
And I hope you are feeling OK Miss Lily I note you have abandoned the letter T for today so its a . . .nought-T day. . . . I suspect no one will understand that but me. . . . DAMN
DeleteA Trojan Norse? Of course, of course!
ReplyDeleteIndeed I wrote about a Trojan Seagull a while ago and the end of the world. . . . . Well I think I did?
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