A Poem...
Not written by me but I like it a lot.
Sky In The Pie
Waiter there's a sky in my pie,
Remove it at once if you please,
You can keep your incredible sunsets,
I ordered mincemeat and cheese.
I can't stand nightingales singing,
Or clouds all burnished with gold,
The whispering breeze is disturbing the peas,
And making my chips go all cold.
I don't care if the chef is an artist,
Whose canvases hang in the tate,
I want two veg and puff pastry,
Not the universe heaped on my plate.
Annonomus
Not written by me but I like it a lot.
Sky In The Pie
Waiter there's a sky in my pie,
Remove it at once if you please,
You can keep your incredible sunsets,
I ordered mincemeat and cheese.
I can't stand nightingales singing,
Or clouds all burnished with gold,
The whispering breeze is disturbing the peas,
And making my chips go all cold.
I don't care if the chef is an artist,
Whose canvases hang in the tate,
I want two veg and puff pastry,
Not the universe heaped on my plate.
Annonomus
