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On Top Of Spaghetti (Fractured Nursery Rhyme)
On top of spaghetti
All covered with sauce,
My fat dog lays there
It was a big loss.
He ate my spaghetti
It cheesed me right off,
I kicked him so hard
He had then coughed.
His face turned purple
He spit it back up,
I was so cross
Then he hiccupped.
I was so angry
At my fat dog,
I swear at times
He's more like a hog.
He can't always have
Whatever he sees,
Now, I am famished
I lost my spaghetti.
© Cynthia Jones
Sept.17/2005
Just trying to write about something, other than nature.
On Top Of Spaghetti (Fractured Nursery Rhyme)
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