THE RUNCIBLE MR RIPLEY
If you come across a certain Ripley,Snoozing from drinking to much beer.
Don't shake him to wake him,
Or try stirring him with a spoon.
For if he's finally fallen asleep,
Let him lay there and sleep.
You wouldn't poke a sleeping,
Bear with a broom.
I often heard it said,
He would often go out.
With a spoon on his head,
To stop his noggin from getting
to wet.
When he went out to dine,
He could drink a gallon of wine.
He'd chew all the meat,
As he didn't have teeth.
As many pies that he could eat,
Mashing the crust with his spoon.
He was alas no wizard at maths,
So his stomach it steadily grew.
on the odd pie or three,
Multiplied by the size of his shoes,
To three point one four two.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-08-06 at 01:37
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