John Churchill

(Nov / 2 / 1951 / Liverpool UK)

Mr Rolly-Polly


Mr Rolly-Polly was a very greedy bloke,
always eating fish 'n'chips and drinking lots of coke.
He couldn't pass a burger bar or a hotdog stand,
and every night at nine o'clock he'd visit Pizzaland.

One day while having breakfast, full English served with chips,
something strange did happen, he couldn't part his lips.
He tried to force them open but they were truly bound
and when he tried to shout for help he couldn't make a sound.

Poor old Rolly-Polly, now in a state of shock,
couldn't think of anything to make his lips unlock.
Then at last he realised his mother's words were true,
'The grease from all that fast food would turn to super glue'

After many hours of bathing and pampering his lips
he finally prised an opening in between his lips,
Now the trauma's over and his lips are apart,
a happy Rolly-Polly vows to make a brand new start.

Mr Rolly-Polly's now a very healthy bloke,
he doesn't eat fish'n'chips or drink giant coke.
He walks past all the burger bars and every hotdog stand,
and there's no more nightly visits to a place called Pizzaland.

(2005)

Submitted: Thursday, May 04, 2006
Edited: Thursday, May 11, 2006
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