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Rum N Raisin 5 - No Need To Cook
Rum felt a chill which he couldn’t explain Had mum left the freezer door open again? He went to the kitchen and muttered, “Aha!” The freezer door was just a little ajar Inquisitive kittens, as everyone knows Would not simply push that door shut with their nose He just couldn’t shut it and not look inside So Rum very soon had the door open wide The drawer fronts were frosty so Rum couldn’t see He called out to Raisin, “Hey, come and help me.” Raisin dashed in, “What you raving about?” And Rum said, “Just help me to pull this drawer out.” Well soon they were faced with a box with some writing They couldn’t read that but the lid was inviting They hollered out loud to attract Ronny Rat Who came and said, “Writing?.. Yeah, I can read that. “This stuff is called ice cream, I eat quite a bit But this seems to have both of your names on it And Raisin said, “Rum, you know, I have a hunch That this has been left for our supper… or lunch” The lid was stuck tight so they felt a bit lost And meanwhile the freezer began to defrost But Ronny Rat said, “I can chew that lid off So that you can eat it before it’s too soft.” He nibbled and nibbled, then nibbled some more But now the ice cream had completed its thaw It flowed through the hole and all over the floor The kittens had ice cream on every paw Well Rum ran around yelling, “Ice cream for dinner.” And Raisin said, “Lots to go round; that’s a winner. So let’s eat the lunch that mum left for us two I’ll bet I can eat a whole lot more than you.” They lapped up the ice cream until it was gone They also shared some of it with Ratty Ron Ice cream was smeared over both kitten’s faces And then they left footprints in all sorts of places The freezer however was defrosting fast It’s icy inside was a thing of the past With squidgy hamburgers and soft chicken dippers And then Rum asked Raisin, “Are you smelling kippers?” Raisin was stood with ice cream coloured socks Which may be because she was stood in the box She said, “Yummy, kippers sound alright by me But not for today for I’m full as can be.” “There’s just one thing for it,” Rum said with a smile “Why don’t we just lark about for a while?” Raisin said, “Let’s find that mischievous mouse, And chase him the length and the breadth of the house.” And so with ice cream on their whiskers and toes (Raisin had some on the tip of her nose) They raced room to room making ‘mousey’ type calls And ice creamy paw-prints on curtains and walls Then back through the kitchen where soaking wet floors Meant kipper juice sploshed upon worktops and doors They ran up the stairs: Raisin paused and she said, “Is that Ronny Rat, sound asleep on the bed?” Rum yawned and said, “I think that’s enough play, I’m feeling exhausted, let’s call it a day.” They slept for a while but awoke with a shock Raisin said, “Listen; a key in the lock… “Now mummy’s home she can sit with a cuppa For she’ll see that we've sorted out our own supper Rum said to Raisin, “I’m still pretty stuffed.” And Raisin said, “Me too but won’t mum be chuffed?”
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