A poem from a book I wrote for my grandson, Oliver. This features Chinese Dave, a strange rattling cat-shaped toy.
Chinese Dave is not Chinese, he just likes Chinese food, He’ll eat it till his tummy bursts whene’er he’s in the mood. He scoffs Chow Mein and Egg Foo Yung and Fried Rice by the plateful, And then his botty burps. Oh dear! Stand back! You will be grateful.
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