THE SLIMEY YOGHURT HURLER

 

She’s got a pot of fromage-frais She has one nearly everyday She opens carefully the top And sometimes gobbles up the lot But often when she’s feeling glum She fires a lump at everyone

Across the room a big blob flies

It hits poor Ben between the eyes

So now I must retaliate

I grab her arm and swiftly take

The pot of gooey fromage-frais

Now it’s time to make her pay

I spoon a spoonful from the pot

And fire a truly splendid shot

With accuracy grace and flare

I plant a lump right in her hair

I whisper softly ‘That’ll teach her’

That slimey yoghurt-hurling creature!!!!!

By Daniel Laurence Phelps 2001©

(Chosen for Joshua Way)