a poem wot I wroteTwo dinosaurs were eating lunch
plants and ants and things that crunch
when one said 'This is rather bland -
to Cordon Bleu I'll turn my hand.'
Several weeks and days had passed
when ready Dino was at last -
he had fulfilled his dearest wish
and cooked a most delicious dish.
All his friends came round to tea
and dined at his place by the sea.
So good, they thought, was Dino's stew,
they asked for more on which to chew.
By now the stew was getting chilly
so they did something very silly :
they put the saucepan on the fire
and raised the temperature higher.
They stuffed and scoffed and ate like hogs
and one by one they popped their clogs.
So next time when asked by a friend
how dinosaurs came to their end -
'twas not a meteor killed them off
but thrice reheated STROGANOFF!
(plants and ants and things that crunch
when one said 'This is rather bland -
to Cordon Bleu I'll turn my hand.'
Several weeks and days had passed
when ready Dino was at last -
he had fulfilled his dearest wish
and cooked a most delicious dish.
All his friends came round to tea
and dined at his place by the sea.
So good, they thought, was Dino's stew,
they asked for more on which to chew.
By now the stew was getting chilly
so they did something very silly :
they put the saucepan on the fire
and raised the temperature higher.
They stuffed and scoffed and ate like hogs
and one by one they popped their clogs.
So next time when asked by a friend
how dinosaurs came to their end -
'twas not a meteor killed them off
but thrice reheated STROGANOFF!
finnbar has officially retired,
Mon 28 Aug 2006, 12:42,
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haha, silly goose,what are you doing in dinosaur times?
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Fluffy elephants,
Mon 28 Aug 2006, 13:35,
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hehehehehehehyay! goose looses control! oh dear! have a woo, a yay and a cookie! :D
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Killerkitti Like my coffee black, just like my metal,
Mon 28 Aug 2006, 13:46,
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