258 – We Hates It!

Poem number 258
We Hates It!
Mary Berry, on a ferry
Eating curds and whey
Along came a seagull
That thought it was Smeagol
And took all her dinner away!
“My Preciousss” it cried
“Nasty Berrys’s lied
She promised us fishes all raw
Like Hobbits, she cheatses
And hides all her meatses
But we gets her back, makes her sore!”
“We takes all her curdses
And feeds it to birdses
We leads her to Mordor instead
That filthy old sneaky
We pecks with our beaky
Until nasty Berrys’s dead!”


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