Wilberforce Flounder was a cad and a bounder
Demolishing Big Macs and a huge quarter-pounder
When he pulled up his shirt and showed us his belly
It looked something like a super-size jelly
Demolishing Big Macs and a huge quarter-pounder
When he pulled up his shirt and showed us his belly
It looked something like a super-size jelly
Poetic justice!
ReplyDeleteOn my blog, Sunday, December 14, 2008
ReplyDeleteGone Fishing
Jethro, he was a bounder.
Candy, he sniffed around her.
A two legged dish,
she was his great wish,
even though she smelled of flounder.
Pretty fishy!
ReplyDeleteWow ... really can not imagine. LOL
ReplyDeleteHealth is the Greatest Happiness
The World at The Present
...I'll have a salad!
ReplyDeleteA floundering belly - iiiiiiiiiii! :-)
ReplyDeleteWilberforce was one of those guys
ReplyDeleteHe preferred his menu supersized
Ate his burgers by the stack
And named his first born son Big Mac
Think my knees are turned to jelly - nothing to do with this rhyme. They are waiting for the verdict on the Vegemite Vindaloo email I sent off yeaterday evening? The quiet seems ominous...
ReplyDeleteI've pushed a few heavyweights up ambulance ramps - last night 24 stones (153kg. Next time I'll think of the poem!
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