Monday, 28 March 2016

Mushroom Power




Well there was once a mushroom who lived in a meadow. 
He was brightly coloured and had a spotted cap. 
Yellow and pink it was. 
Fancy spittled dots.

Along came by a monkey.
He had purple coloured fangs.
Banana flavoured hair,
A lovely young lad.

Perched on the treetops,
There sat King George.
The Appalachian of the North,
The reigning ruler of his own nose.

George's cousin Julian,
Riding down to the farm.
"Forgive me cousin",
Was all he wrote.



The Bathroom Poet

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