lee fones

church fete Poem by lee fones

today is church fete
in our community
hope that it's great
with lots of cake and tea
best go before i'm late

there are several stalls
selling unwanted books
there is one on old halls
so think i'll take a look
leaf after leaf they falls

feeling quite embarrassed
swiftly moving on
there was a stall with carrots
potatoes, sprouts, cabbage gone
no one purchased rude parrot

guessing the weight of the cake
said it was five pounds
ate a bit as it did flake
luckily no one else around
but caught a glance off mate

tombola looked fairly weak
wine, booze all diminished
didn't have a go looked bleak
except the book in finnish
bargain booze this week

conclusion now won parrot
the bloomin f-ing thing
purchased book on finnish
to see if theres any swearing
Vitun kyrvÀn lutkuttaja
(F- - ng c- k s- - r)

Submitted: Sunday, July 6, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Topic of this poem: humour

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