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Saturday, 27 October 2007

Below are JUST a SELECTION of the THOUSANDS of poems that are sent to The Spoof every year. Enjoy.


My Little Prime Minister by Dora Higgis

He sits on my telly,
Every old day,
And makes some old speech -
Can you guess what he says?

He says many things,
things I don't know,
But I turn on my box
To see how he grows.

He's my little prime
minister - in thin
and in fat,
And I'll love him to bits,
Like those men in Iraq.

THE END OF THE WORLD by crazysuperplatonicbear734

SOCIETY
SOCIETY
IS KILLING ME
SOCIETY
IS KILLING ME
HELP ME
HELP ME
KILLING ME
SOCIETY
HELP ME -

TO WRITE POEMS BETTER.


There Was An Old Man called John by Elena Raven


There was an old man called John,
Who thought that his life had all gone,
But though he was sad,
He knew he was glad,
That he didn't know how to mourn.


My Fluffy Antelope by Candy Winkle (age 7)

My antelope is called Ant,
Which is short for Antony
He sucks up ants like he
was a hoover.

But it should be Hoover,
because they were a company,
Long ago, which made a big
brand name - and Dyson haven't
quite managed that yet,
have they?
No.

Dyson should invest more into
marketing, but it costs them
billions and trillions of shiny coins
in research and development
Still,

Antony is happy with me - and
I'm glad he's not a vacuum cleaner.

Well, there YOU go - wasn't that sweet.

Until next time!


Jaffa Forbes

(is not quite a top 500 writer.)

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