The Scotch Eggs of Doom
Three Scotch eggs on Ivor’s plate,
Two well past their sell-by date -
Dare he eat one and tempt fate?
(We’re all ears, we’re all ears)

Now only two eggs remain;
Ivor’s ate one – he’s insane!
Now his guts constrict in pain.
(How he fears, how he fears)

One Scotch egg sits all alone
On the plate beside the phone.
Ivor starts to shake and groan
(He feels queer, he feels queer)

Now no Scotch eggs at all are left!
The china plate is quite bereft!
And Ivor? He’s well past his best
(End is near, end is near)

The Scotch Eggs of Doom Ivor ate
Sealed his grim and grisly fate
His visitors will have to wait
(Shed a tear, shed a tear)
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Mon 1 Jul 2013, 20:17, Reply)