786: The Things I Fry

The things I fry
Are rather nice
And sometimes they are filled with ice

Which isn’t nice for frying things
It’s just like when a panda stings
For panda’s don’t have stinger things
And so they rarely ever sting

So fired things that are filled with ice
Are rarely fried so very nice

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12 thoughts on “786: The Things I Fry

  1. Apart from sounding like it was written by A A Milne, I thought the poem was like an iceberg with just a small part obvious and the real depth of the poem underneath.

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