Mr Fib
Mr Fib is six feet tall, but that’s around the waist
He gave me his poop sandwich and he said I’d like the taste
He likes to make believe that he is very slim and tall
But Mr Fib is arms and legs sprouting from a ball
Mr Fib does not tell lies but everywhere he goes
If he speaks you can be sure he’ll get a longer nose
He’ll tell you lots of facts and figures when he talks to you
But check his nose and if it grows you know it isn’t true
Mr Fib keeps falling down by treading on his nose
But once because he caught it on a very thorny rose
He told the nurse he tripped over his nose and broke a rib
And just for once, the doctors found that that was not a fib
Mr Fib is bandaged up, and all the nurses laugh
He’s got his nose wrapped round his neck and tells them it’s a scarf
Fibby blew his nose just as the doctor did his round
And poked the doctor in the eye when his nose unwound
Mr Fib was told to leave, he said okay, I shall
Going home he saw a puppy stuck in the canal
He straightened out his nose and poked it out toward the pup
The puppy nipped the end of it which helped him to stay up
Mr Fib cried out in pain, the pup maintained its grip
He said it didn’t hurt but then the pup began to slip
He pulled the puppy out which really hurt his broken rib
And all the people shouted, you’re our hero, Mr Fib
5 March 2021
For Contest: Nursery Rhyme
Sponsor: Eve Roper
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