I skedaddled off along the path

Till the path itself skedaddled

I found that knees up mother brown

Was the only way to travel


So knees up mother brown I went

Over Fraggle hairdo grasses

Moore bones snappled underfoot

Scrumpching with my passage


There at once I found the path

A miniature salvation

I vowed right then when I got home

I'd end procrastinations


So when at last I made it home

I did begin to write

This funny little poem

Though the ending‘s rather trite! 

◄ The Radioactive Cheesy Puff Trumps Balls Blues

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 19th Nov 2021 16:58

Skedaddle is such a great word! Thanks.

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