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