Pudgey's Mud-Pie Stew - Poem by Paul Breslin
Pudgey Pump, the playground tough,
Sun-baked a pot of mud-pie stew.
Delectable, it was enough
For Pudgey's own selected few.
He served them each on a cardboard plate
And, lustily, his cronies cried,
"A better stew we never ate!"
An hour before they almost died!
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