poopling soup recipes #69

there was a king who was a puppet 
who was wed to the queen of muppet 
the queen gave him a sock 
that wished to be a frock 
and the king so loved his frock puppet

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poopling soup recipes #102

there was an old witch who dared to smile 
so her fiends in pews put her on trial 
her tongue became all thumbs 
while spitting out cake crumbs 
the witch's world judged by the meanile 


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poopling soup recipes #34

there was a great head born on a spike 
who wished they had legs to ride a bike
while a bod rode headless 
amongst the god's feckless 
round and round a great head on a trike  

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poopling soup recipes #110

there was an angel who dropped the ball 
so man only ever learnt to crawl  
thus snakes walk fertile lands  
in political bands 
domesticating man as their thrall  

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poopling soup recipes #61

there was an old hag that loved the moon
the moon loved her and at night they'd spoon 
when the sun burnt his hag 
the moon loaded his mag 
then the moon shot that star at high noon 

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poopling soup recipes #127

there was a chef that made poisoned food 
she cooked up her moon broth in the nood 
the sight of her true form 
caused mere men to transform 
into village prudes who barbecued

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poopling soup recipes #94

there was a monk on a cattle train 
who knew all aboard were to be slain 
he ate his last flower, 
kissed his last rain shower 
then the monk closed his eyes to the bane  

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poopling soup recipes #64

there was a drunk who lived in mess 
who always drank rum when he played chess 
his opponents would run 
when he pulled out his gun 
and that is the drunks way to success 

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poopling soup recipes #88

there was a poet caught in a storm 
who met an angel of death called norm 
who handed him a sword 
and said go slay nod's horde 
which the poet did in free verse form


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poopling soup recipes #100

there was a bard who traveled by hearse
who had worlds to foresee and traverse
his words were scattered ash 
his urn a can for trash 
while his epitaph would break his curse 

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