Dumpleweed Part 2
Is this a can I see before meShall I take it to my heart
No I think it might be baked beans
And they will make me fart
Though I'm sure you would not notice
In this lovely atmosphere
Of rotten eggs for breakfast
Passing wind fills us with cheer
My best friend is bacteria
So small he's hard to see
And he can do so many things
Thats why he works for me
He breaks down all the food we eat
So its soft and rather smelly
Then I can sleep all nice and warm
In some one else's welly
For I am the King of Dumpleweed
And live upon the tip
Where you may dump your rubbish
And I will thrive on it.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-07-23 at 12:36
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