Saturday, 4 March 2017

A bit of nonsense...

The Tally Wally Went

At the end of the lane by the rhubarb tree
Lived a Tally Wally Went
His house was made of a ripened brie
Constructed like a tent
The poles were made from liquorice sticks
With strings of boiled spaghetti
The house was lit with taper wicks
With a carpet of bread confetti
Now this was a precarious state of affairs
For the Tally Wally Went
As fire did take him unawares
Such a terrible event
His home was turned to toasted cheese
An outcome quite outlandish
He had no shelter from the breeze
But at least he had a sandwich

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