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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Saturday, 12 November 2016

Feeling peckish

Please don't eat me Mr Cannibal,
I don't contain much meat,
My arms are thin and stringy,
My legs are sticks with feet.

Please don't eat me Mr Cannibal,
I'd probably taste quite bitter,
I've never done much exercise,
Always been more of a sitter.

Please don't eat me Mr Cannibal,
I wouldn't cook very well,
I burn in the slightest hint of sun,
That's how I can tell.

Please don't eat me Mr Cannibal,
I don't go with any veg,
Potatoes and peas just make me sneeze,
On that you have my pledge.

Please don't eat me Mr Cannibal,
I'd serve you better alive,
I could fetch you fruits whenever it suits,
And fresh honey from the hive.

Please don't eat me Mr Cannibal,
Have you heard a word I've said?
If you're hungry for a slap-up meal
Eat my friend John instead.

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