INTO THE FRYING PAN
I'm like a lonely potato skin,I feel nothing left inside.
For if I go out clubbing,
I'm sure to get smashed tonight.
It's no good going off half baked,
They're sure to take my eyes.
I'll try to mix with some big cheese,
The one with cauliflower ears.
For if they catch me,
I'll be sliced and diced,
My goose will be cooked.
And if the powers that be;
Decided not to roast me,
I'll probably get smashed tonight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-11-15 at 11:16
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