Mabel

by John   Nov 11, 2006


There was a young woman called Mabel
Who liked to live under the table.
She sat on the lino, stared at the door
And took food from the top when able.

She lived there for ten years or more
Keeping her eyes on the door,
Munching and brunching and crunching her food
Till it was just too much to ignore

So her family decided to move
Saying ' things just had to improve'.
They called up a man and ordered a van
To take all her stuff to the Louvres !

So now she just sits and she stares
Becoming a great ignoramus
But visitors are nice and pay quite a price
For the table and Mabel are famous !

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  • 17 years ago

    by Daisy

    Lovely

  • 17 years ago

    by Daisy

    My sister is called mabel. I like your poem. 1000000 out of 5!

  • 18 years ago

    by Tiffany

    I like your rhymes, they flow very well, indeed.