Splodge of porridge on the picture
Blob of ketchup on the floor
The curtains got the custard
As jam run down the door
Mash splattered on the windows
Got gravy on dogs tail
Corn flakes on the carpet
Butter knife was in the mail
The telephone got marmalade
Old bureau caught a scallop
The cat lapped up the dripping milk
As beans lie in a dollop
We try our best to shield ourselves
From all the food he’s had
In time he’ll get the best of
Our messy eater Dad
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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