Ate Ball

Ate Ball (An original poem based on an ancient joke) Went to the docs with an ache in my gut But all that he did was stand there and tut He looked down his nose as though I was a sinner Then asked what I ate and he queried my dinner. I said I eat snooker balls, often a red If I fancy a change, I'll try blue instead But I'm quite a modern adventurous fellow So sometimes I'll take me a bite from a yellow And if I'm up late and I fancy a snack I'll maybe partake of a white or a black But if I go out for a film and a drink I'll finish the night with a brown or a pink The doctor just scratched his bald head then he said Could it be proper food fills you with dread You can't just eat snooker balls, not if it means You just eat your favourites and don't eat your greens.