M Y - P O E T R Y
Lunch Bizarre.
Cream crackers
spread with dead old skin,
2 blackened walts from a sad widows chin,
Sink in the sea to get a white sharks fin,
It's lunch time!
Let the feeding... Begin!
Can of beer used for cigarette ends,
A sandwich full of oysters and a couple of your friends,
The broken wing mirror from a mercedes benz,
It's lunch time!
Better look... find a bench!
Screws and nails from a hump back whale,
Pickled thumbs, and a snake including scales,
and maybe 2 large slugs, or perhaps a shell-less snail,
It's lunch time!
We best embark... we soon set sail!
To find the swimming oak tree, it's saw-dust is divine,
We'll get ourselves a child, but the finger nails are mine!
6 or 7 pussy cakes, no, better make it 9,
This will be fine!
A lunch bizzare,
I better go...
It's Lunch time!
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