Mary Killed A Little Horse - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Mary killed a little horse
then passed it off as beef
till coarse corp tested, then of course
on course all raced to beef.
Mary horsed around, 'tis true,
for Findus too soon blushed
they rushed, stocks clearing, rumours flew,
and reputations crushed
On-site spot-checks were scheduled fast
from France to Timbuctoo,
who swallowed advertising past
now pays the price in goo.
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