My radish is burping,
I swear it's not me.
Hold on, there's the onions I had with my tea.
Followed by baked beans,
Too much fizzy pop,
A packet of crisps,
Then ice cream, just a drop.
So cover your ears,
As here comes another.
OK mum, I'll stop.
Well that spoiled my fun, bother!
©2013 Gareth Lancaster
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On 02/05/2013 at 19:28 GMT LEVI from USA wrote:
"I love this poem!"