The roast

The roast

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As he walked
The tightrope
Between her breasts
He toppled and fell
And rolled and rolled
Into her stuffing.
"Oh! This is fantastic!"
"Oh!  This is delicious!"
Said the Ant.
Munch! Munch! Munch!

"Thank you very much!" said the roast.

Then SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

 "I gotcha!" said the Cook.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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alf
Hi Andrew. Aaahhh that chicken!!!!!~! I did love this. I think you might be a devil to live with!!! Never know where that train of thought is taking you!!! From a safe distance, I love the process, I can only hope the family appreciate the wit too!!!!! alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


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alf

9 Years Ago

believe you (Can you hear the choir of angels behind me?????)
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

nope if they are, they're in disguise! lol
alf

9 Years Ago

Must just have been, my dulcet melodious tones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol



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That was great! I like the humor in this poem. Good flow to the poem as well.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks Robert lol
LMAO! Extremely creative and humorous!
This is a terrific write, Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks J i'm laughing too!
I was settling into the promise of something more when suddenly I was brought to laughter by the ant's debacle. Poor turkey was probably squished to pieces by the cook.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks Ft It was the tunnel of love for ant but he was enjoying his fruits too much!!:):)

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