If you think this story sounds far fetched,
Wait till I tell you about the crumpet in the
baker's shop.
A strange little piece of stuff
Laying on the bathroom windowsill.
Seeing that dead bit of fluff,
Made me feel quite ill.
As though my heart was made lead,
I tried to give it the kiss of life;
But alas it was quite dead.
No matter how much I tried,
I just couldn't bring it back alive.
Until I placed that poor little bit of fluff,
Underneath a microscope I could see.
That cracking piece of stuff,
Was more alive than me.
Thinking about it later,
At the time, I just didn't think you see.
That when I told the wife I'd found a bit of fluff,
And it was more alive than I could believe,
That was when she turned around and hit me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-09-03 at 00:23
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Wait till I tell you about the crumpet in the
baker's shop.
MY LITTLE PIECE OF FLUFF
Today I found a dead piece of fluff,A strange little piece of stuff
Laying on the bathroom windowsill.
Seeing that dead bit of fluff,
Made me feel quite ill.
As though my heart was made lead,
I tried to give it the kiss of life;
But alas it was quite dead.
No matter how much I tried,
I just couldn't bring it back alive.
Until I placed that poor little bit of fluff,
Underneath a microscope I could see.
That cracking piece of stuff,
Was more alive than me.
Thinking about it later,
At the time, I just didn't think you see.
That when I told the wife I'd found a bit of fluff,
And it was more alive than I could believe,
That was when she turned around and hit me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 47 times
Written on 2024-09-03 at 00:23
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