I made a Friend, a Skinny Cannibal.
Now I KNOW why Teachers called me a Dunce.
I went for a Meal at my New Friend's Home.
The Hors D'oeuvres were tasty.I Just Went ONCE.
And the moral of the poem is it is far safer to eat alone? Bon appetite BRI!
Very funny, Bri! I don't think you have read my cannibal poem. It's called Limerick: Two Cannibals
Veery funny and edible poem It has a deeper meaning but maybe that's just me reading into it things not meant great poem Enjoyed the first course What no afters I ask?
I'm just hoping there wasn't an empty seat at your particular feast, Bri. This is a terrific combination of horror and humour. Just so well done (no pun) , Bri.
You paid the price of your (mis) adventure but history has a knack of repeating itself. So, beware. Thanks for this interesting piece.
A skinny cannibal is a dangerous friend to have he is hungry for your company! Entertaining Bri you have a great sense of humour!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Did you bring him some soda? Nice meal... eeer... I meant poem !