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Frankys Party - Format Corrected

Franky was seven and having a party He told all his school-mates, except for Spud Carty And once they had heard that Spud wasn't invited All of them said they were really excited And then at the party the kids all had fun Which might have continued if Spud hadn't come Spud didn't play games, he was not in the mood He’d much rather stuff himself full of free food He grabbed all the biscuits and scoffed the whole lot And all the Bombay mix although it was hot He snaffled the sarnies and some went down whole Then grabbed the spaghetti piled up in a bowl He gobbled so much that he struggled to chew Then Franky cried out, that's not only for you Spud simply laughed spitting food as he said We all gotta eat... or else we'd be dead And that was when poor Franky found himself wishing His dad had stayed home and had not gone off fishing Spud sucked spaghetti like slithering snakes And said when I'm done, gonna find me some cakes But Franky looked sick and he started to squirm That sgetti looks just like a wriggly worm And Spud got annoyed when he heard someone giggle Don't be so stoopid, spaghetti can't wriggle Spud swallowed more, that spaghetti was yummy He said with a grin as he patted his tummy You lot he shouted must really be thick To get the food first you'd have to be quick The front door swung open, there stood Franky's dad He looked a bit angry, in fact he looked mad I’m meant to be fishing but I'm running late I got to the lake but forgot all my bait I've checked out the shed and I've looked all around Wherever I look there's no bait to be found Was it indoors his son Franky enquired So it would be handy when it was required Right there on the table his father confirms An old plastic dish, full of wriggly worms And that was when Spud's belly started to grumble And everyone heard his guts starting to rumble Spud almost flew to the lavatory What happened next was a horror story And when throwing up seemed much less of a danger He left with kids calling out, Don't be a stranger!

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Date: 5/23/2021 11:21:00 AM
boy, that kid lost his taste buds along with his mind and his manners. Great fun, Terry.
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Terry Flood
Date: 5/23/2021 11:30:00 AM
Thanks Andrea. Really glad you enjoyed. Terry
Date: 5/23/2021 5:27:00 AM
This poem is real fun, Terry, wonderfully written:) enjoyed thoroughly:)
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Date: 5/23/2021 8:58:00 AM
Thanks Jo. Pleased that you enjoyed it. Terry
Date: 5/23/2021 2:19:00 AM
I got the feeling where this was going 4 verses from the end when Franky's dad made an appearance at the front door. :) Terry, if Spud ever made it to adulthood in your poetry world I would love to find out what happened to him. :) Cheers - Gary
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Date: 5/23/2021 11:00:00 AM
Hi Gary, my two Spud & Franky poems were notionally intended to be a series but I never got beyond the two. Perhaps I’ll try another episode, maybe even a trip to the future. Terry
Date: 5/22/2021 8:15:00 PM
Hilarious story, Terry. I must admit I struggled through the original! Thanks for the re-format. Loved the write. Good job!
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Date: 5/23/2021 11:04:00 AM
Sorry about the original, Milt. I think the problem stems from when I zapped my files from an android tablet to an iPad. I’m fairly certain that it wasn’t down to Soup. Glad you came back for seconds. Terry
Date: 5/22/2021 6:08:00 PM
Brilliant story telling Terry, I guessed what was coming when Franky’s father was looking for his bait, what a laugh, it’s great… Belle
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Date: 5/23/2021 11:09:00 AM
Thanks Belle, I wondered about giving the game away too soon, I decided to go with it and lead up to a final giggle... which took a while but when I imagined all the kids yelling ‘don’t be a stranger’ in sarcastic tones, I knew I’d found my ending. Glad you liked. Terry
Date: 5/22/2021 5:05:00 PM
absolutely hilarious I loved every single line from beginning to end, looks like he got his just desserts:-) a MASSIVE fave:-) love your witty style we need more humour on soup:-)hugs Jan xx
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Terry Flood
Date: 5/22/2021 5:11:00 PM
I’m glad you found this corrected version (and thanks if this is a revisit) because it first posted as a massive ‘word search’. Tom thought it was ‘Free Verse’... Free Verse?... Moi? Really pleased you enjoyed Jan. Terry
Date: 5/22/2021 12:00:00 PM
Lol wasn't expecting that ending Terry, brilliant write, Ill double check before I eat spaghetti in future. Tom
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Tom Cunningham
Date: 5/22/2021 2:22:00 PM
I wondered why you'd written it that way,
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Terry Flood
Date: 5/22/2021 1:04:00 PM
Crikey o’reilly Tom. I just discovered the little green men must have escaped from your recent poem and messed with my format... BIG TIME! I think it’s all sorted now. Well done for persevering with it. Terry
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Date: 5/22/2021 12:53:00 PM
Thanks Tom. Ive corrected my title error from Frankys Part to Frankys Party so now it doesn't sound smutty. Glad you enjoyed. Terry

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