This week on the blog, the theme has been animals. As I'm still recovering from Latitude and my birthday last week, I'll keep it short and sweet. No coloured sheep, just three very silly and tedious little pieces from me.
1.
If you've got the trots
After barbecue burgers
Perhaps they were horse.
2.
We're all a bit like sausages
With their meaty cumberland grin
Chewed up by machines like mincemeat
Encased in a glistening skin
Yes, we're all a bit like sausages
With a mish mash of flavours within
But please, no one tell Suarez
Or we'll be running down his chin
3.
A Song of Innocence
Little lamb, who made thee
Dost thou know that you're for tea?
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Thanks for reading,
S.
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