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!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Dietrich Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 11:21 AM
boy, that kid lost his taste buds along with his mind and his manners. Great fun, Terry.
Flood Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 11:30 AM
Thanks Andrea. Really glad you enjoyed. Terry
Daniel Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 5:27 AM
This poem is real fun, Terry, wonderfully written:) enjoyed thoroughly:)
Flood Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 8:58 AM
Thanks Jo. Pleased that you enjoyed it. Terry
Radice Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 2:19 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
Flood Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 11:00 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
Hankins Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 8:15 PM
Hilarious story, Terry. I must admit I struggled through the original! Thanks for the re-format. Loved the write. Good job!
Flood Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 11:04 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
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May 22, 2021 at 6:08 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
Flood Avatar
May 23, 2021 at 11:09 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
Allison Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 5:05 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
Flood Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 5:11 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
Cunningham Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 12:00 PM
Lol wasn't expecting that ending Terry, brilliant write, Ill double check before I eat spaghetti in future. Tom
Cunningham Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 2:22 PM
I wondered why you'd written it that way,
Flood Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 1:04 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
Flood Avatar
May 22, 2021 at 12:53 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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