The Meatball

All roly and poly

It lay on the ground

Someone must have lost it

But now it was found-

My sixth sense told me

To take it right home

And so I did do that

Picked it up with a comb-

I then started running

Right to my own house

But no one was in there

Not even a mouse!-

But that was no problem

In fact I was glad

Except that my meatball

Was so very sad-

I asked him if he might

Sit down for a chat

And he sadly nodded

And took off his hat-

He said that “in nature,

you’ll eat me someday”

I said “you’re my best friend,

I won’t eat you NO WAY!”-

And suddenly sadly

He turned into mush

Not the phrase, no

Literally turned into mush-

I then took him outside

So his soul could be free

Put him under “old meatball”

Who now is a tree-

So now I must warn you

Treat your meatballs real nice

Cause this time poor meatball

Turned into fat lice-

TTFN

Ta Ta For Now,

Mishka