I got written this poem by my other half of the time and so it got put up for her birthday. If you don't like it, go read the diary and don't complain
Don't be a mourner:
There's Indian fauna,
Cockroaches, a sauna and rain.
From meat you abstain,
Get crushed on the trains,
And avoid all aqueous fruit.
Now and then when it suits
(They don't give a hoot)
Holy cows fall asleep in the street.
John's bike is quite neat...
But you still use your feet
(Although you've swapped trainers for sandals).
You eat dinner by candles,
The mosquitos are vandals,
And a lizard lives under your fridge.
I know I'm not wrong:
You're wearing a sarong
And have taken to cooking with spice.
You're living on rice,
Which just isn't nice
Unless it's served with a curry!
Just don't you worry,
Or be in a hurry,
It'll all be over too soon!
Reviewers - Fruit classification system:
- Star (self explanatory)
- Peach (pretty good)
- Apple (boring but functional)
- Lemon
Authors - AA Milne:
- Tiggers (rare, but wonderful)
- Chris Robins (at least human)
- Poohs (a bear of very little brain)
- Eeyores
He admits he should get out more .....