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”
That was beautiful, very nice,
In fact, I had to read it twice.
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.
Interesting. I thought it was the other way around.
I flied lice one time but that didn’t work out too well.
Next time try doing it with butter. Butter makes everything better.
But deep-fried matcha ICE cream is so tasty.
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I always enjoy your poetry!