Poor old Humpty, what a sin
He's been drinking too much Gin
New laid egg without a yolk
Poor old humpty, an old soak.
Humpty sat upon the wall
Reeling, he was bound to fall
Trying not to spill a drop
He fell off his only prop.
Horses came and the Kings men
Tried to fill his glass again
But in falling it was cracked
Poor old Humpty, he was sacked.
If you sit upon that wall
Make sure that your drink is small
Leave the Gin and turn to wine
Make sure that the large one's mine.
A contest entry
- Rhyme and Flow part 6 The Wall - 50,000 points series by cricketjeff.
4000 points, ended August 1, 34 entries
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*laughs* Awwwww, poor old Humpty!
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Thank you for your entry in our contest. A very amusing poem that was a joy yo read, rhyme scheme is excellent, but by the last stanza your flow and meter have lost something, other than that, a good poem.
All the best ... Sue and Jeff
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this is actually funny!!!!!!!!! lols serves him right!!! he should have at least sat on the wall when he was sober!!! lols good work!!!
~shannon xx
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i knew humpty dumpty had secrets,, a drunkard , thanks for revealing lol. good luck,, and thanks for the titter xx
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Hmmm, a new meaning for pickled egg. LOL, I thought this was one of your best. Cute and well done!
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Hahahaha
Very whimsical read was a lot of fun.
Good luck in the contest.
~Ron~
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