The Slimey Yoghurt Hurler

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!!!!!

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