258 – We Hates It!

Poem number 258
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We Hates It!
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Mary Berry, on a ferry
Eating curds and whey
Along came a seagull
That thought it was Smeagol
And took all her dinner away!
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“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!”
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“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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