Post by montez on Feb 7, 2011 7:47:33 GMT
Mr Greedyguts
For brekkie he always has cornflakes and fruit,
Followed by bacon and eggs,
Toast with marmalade on, to boot,
An' 'e licks from the plate all the dregs.
At eleven at work, 'e gets hunger pain,
So 'e pulls out a briefcase of grub,
Stuffing himself, 'e hopes there's no rain,
Pretty soon, 'e's off to yon pub.
Luncheon consists of a bowl of hot soup,
Fish and chips, mushy peas and brown bread,
Then apple pie an' an ice cream scoop,
'E wants thirds, but 'as seconds instead!
Our hero is starving mid-afternoon,
So 'e pulls out some ham and some cheese,
In 'is desk are bread rolls - how opportune,
To make seven sarnies like these.
'Is tummy is rumbling on the way 'ome,
So 'e stops for a snack at the caff,
(It's making me nauseous writing this poem,
But I'm doing it just for a laugh!)
'E's taking a lady to dinner that night,
An' 'e wants to create an impression,
So with red dickie bow and a suit that is white,
'E looks like a man of profession.
The menu's in French, "Deux escargots", 'e chides,
"Cerveau de mouton, a deux!"
When the snails turn up, it turns 'is insides,
An' all 'e can say is "Mon Dieu!"
An' the brains of the sheep sort of make 'is flesh creep,
Though 'e tackles the dish like a man,
'Is beau cannot eat - she says she's replete,
So 'e says to 'er, "San fairy ann!"
Just then the sweet trolley comes to the table,
But our hero is feeling a "prick",
She says, "Darling have a dessert if you're able",
But suddenly, out shoots the sick.
It gushes and gushes all over the table,
An' the lady says, "Boy, you are nuts,
I'm going to stay with my sister Mabel,
You're a terrible Greedyguts!"
For brekkie he always has cornflakes and fruit,
Followed by bacon and eggs,
Toast with marmalade on, to boot,
An' 'e licks from the plate all the dregs.
At eleven at work, 'e gets hunger pain,
So 'e pulls out a briefcase of grub,
Stuffing himself, 'e hopes there's no rain,
Pretty soon, 'e's off to yon pub.
Luncheon consists of a bowl of hot soup,
Fish and chips, mushy peas and brown bread,
Then apple pie an' an ice cream scoop,
'E wants thirds, but 'as seconds instead!
Our hero is starving mid-afternoon,
So 'e pulls out some ham and some cheese,
In 'is desk are bread rolls - how opportune,
To make seven sarnies like these.
'Is tummy is rumbling on the way 'ome,
So 'e stops for a snack at the caff,
(It's making me nauseous writing this poem,
But I'm doing it just for a laugh!)
'E's taking a lady to dinner that night,
An' 'e wants to create an impression,
So with red dickie bow and a suit that is white,
'E looks like a man of profession.
The menu's in French, "Deux escargots", 'e chides,
"Cerveau de mouton, a deux!"
When the snails turn up, it turns 'is insides,
An' all 'e can say is "Mon Dieu!"
An' the brains of the sheep sort of make 'is flesh creep,
Though 'e tackles the dish like a man,
'Is beau cannot eat - she says she's replete,
So 'e says to 'er, "San fairy ann!"
Just then the sweet trolley comes to the table,
But our hero is feeling a "prick",
She says, "Darling have a dessert if you're able",
But suddenly, out shoots the sick.
It gushes and gushes all over the table,
An' the lady says, "Boy, you are nuts,
I'm going to stay with my sister Mabel,
You're a terrible Greedyguts!"
