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A Sausage Tale - Not In a Gale

Three cocktail sausages jumped out of a tin
Off they went in a Ferrari for a spin
The weather was perfect, the ride a breeze
Everything was going well, until one sausage began to sneeze
Sweat dripped down the sausage's skin
It fell out of the racing car and wished it were back in the tin
The big wheels of a jeep almost crushed it but the wind blew it away
And nobody ever found it until today

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 8/26/2024 3:23:00 AM
Enjoyable piece Brigitte, with good imagery and expression. Hope all is well, blessings always,Gordon
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Date: 12/12/2023 11:13:00 AM
Thank you for injecting fun into poetry as Christmas comes into sight. I am now 4 years cancer free and looking forward to Christmas even more after reading your poem. Don't forget to treat yourself this Christmas. Regards David in NZ
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Date: 8/27/2023 12:53:00 PM
And yet there's a certain fox we will call Norman who's just a bit plumper than he was yesterday...
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Date: 8/28/2023 4:39:00 AM
Keep the story going!

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