Friday, 13 January 2012

Miss Lickety Clickety New,

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
Tried to cook some stew,
When getting a pan,
To stick to the plan,
She slipped and fell in dog poo.

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
What she had to do,
But with the smell,
From the Devils spell,
All she could do was spew.

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
Decided it was time too,
Get rid of her clothes,
And the smell in her nose,
By flushing them down the lue.

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
Put on a dressing gown too,
Then started to slice,
Chop and dice,
When her chicken came down with the flue.

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
Seen it go pink then blue,
So she grabbed its neck,
Until it went crack,
 Then chopped it up now too.

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
Kept all the feathers too,
Along with the veg,
And the recipe page,
Which she put in her stew.

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
Turned on the cooker now too,
When out went the flame,
With no one to blame,
As she fell a sleep with a brew.

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
Woke up in a hour or two,
When hearing her latch,
Then striking a match,
BANG, what could she do?

Miss Lickety Clickety New,
Did try to make that stew,
But really instead,
She got a sore head,
And a bill from the council too.

By Dr Geebers