Pasties and poo,what a mix.
Taste much better than weetabix.
Trouble is, it sort of sticks.
To my teeth and my plate.
But it still tastes great!
Mum says the poo is a kind of salami,
I think my Mum is completely barmy!

Adults are poo,
"Get to bed!"
Teachers are too,
"Is that book not read?"
Pizza is nice,
and chips ,
and mice!
And telling
that "I didn't do....."
But best of all,
My favourite call.
From Mum to us all,
"Dinner's ready!"
some adults aren't poo.....

The sweetest words I ever read,
are carved in stone.
Wrote so low you have to stoop.
Unless you are the size of a baby.
The babies are too young to read.
So I read it for them, though my heart bleeds.
"Asleep,until the Day dawns
and the shadows flee away....."

Picked two pockets-ful today,
all were damp from where they lay.
Will paint them with flowers.
A sad place, with pockets of hope.
My pockets hold no hope.
Just stones.
For the six little ones.

Chlamydia, you grumpy cow!
You're twice as grumpy as Sarah the sow.
Half as happy as Jennifer hen,
But ten times better than all the men !

Chlamydia, Chlamydia,
we never will get rid of yer.
A fixture in the draughty barn,
giving us milk and a gossipy yarn.

Have some grass and Chrstmas cake,
have a snooze and then awake,
to a surprise picnic on your floor,
then you can be a grump once more.

Under the Grass beneath the snow,
is a place where the naughty rabbits go.
To sleep and dream of summer fun,
surprising the sheep and making them run.

So please be quiet when you pass,
the three wee rabbits under the grass.
They need to dream in their beauty sleep,
of sun and flowers and chasing sheep!

I saw a dinosaur today,
his scales were pink!
Perhaps he's gay?
His claws were big,
His teeth were whoppers.
And his *** was firing party poppers.