Cheesy poem

“That Swiss is full of holes!” he cried.
I thought he meant the cheese.
Barely yellow, great on subs,
I drooled as he yelled “Please!

Call 911!
Do something quick!
Young Crispin there
Is looking sick!”

With curly hair?
You mean THAT lad?
Good grief, he’s shot!
Oh, this is bad!

I dropped my lunch
Of ham on rye,
Ran to the boy
While someone with a lot more sense
Called an ambulance instead of writing poetry.

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One response to “Cheesy poem

  1. Lol CUTE!

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