Submitted by dash on Sun, 29/01/2006 - 12:00.
The badger in my soapdish
Is causing me some grief
Every time I use the bath
He snarls and bears his teeth.
It's getting somewhat awkward
I have to wash with cheese
So now I reek of Stilton
My wife is not best pleased.
If I could have a single prayer
Granted me by God
I'd pray for badger-eating wolves
To kill the little sod.
But God ignores my pleading
The badger's here to stay
And so I have to stink of cheddar
Every bloody day.
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I also have a good poem in the works about a shrew who wanted to be a vicar.
I look forward to it greatly!