The World of Sherby57

I want to drink some pop

So I’ll get some from the shop

But first i need a plop

When will i stop

I need to get a job

But I am a fucking knob

So I ate a corned beef cob

Before I started to sob

My mates name is Stan

He cooks with a pan

He also is a man

And he has a lovely tan

My wifes name is Pam

She stinks of Spam

She only eats ham

And I cover her in Jam

Now I’ve drank some pop

I got it from the shop

I also had a plop

Now it’s time to stop

Posted in Poem

Tags: Cob, Corned Beef, Ham, Jam, Knob, Pam, Pan, Plop, Poem, Poetry, Pop, Shop, Spam, Stan, Tan

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2 Responses to “Pop Shop Plop – A Poem”

1. Dr. Angel says:

   6 October 2008 at 10:02 pm

   this poem made me cry. a bit like a dolphin.

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2. sherby57 says:

   6 October 2008 at 10:20 pm

   The tragedy of dolphin tears is that the salty wetness melds undiscovered in the wider salty wetness of the ocean.

   I mean, that’s worthy of a poem all of its own!

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