Rollee Pollee

Rollee Pollee feeds his face
Rollee Pollee such disgrace
no love no talk
no run no walk
no sleep no sun
no swim no fun
All he wants to do is eat
Too much slob not much neat
Rollee Pollee he can't stop
Rollee pollee POP!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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June 8, 2017 at 2:16 PM
Very cool, nice depiction of a dance hall on a Saturday night. Toss in a few hub cap sized belt buckles and let the dancing begin.
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June 8, 2017 at 4:56 PM
My apologies Doug, I don't think this comment went to this poem. I am not sure how this happened but your poem has nothing to do with a dance hall. Now I feel stupid. But, at least it brought me here so now let me say, your poem was humorous and the ending reminds me of a Monty Python skit where the patron says if he eats one more thing he will pop, and then eats a strawberry and...pop!
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June 8, 2017 at 4:40 PM
Ha! Good one. Sounds like you've been hanging out in some of the same type places I used to!! Thanks for the comment. :)
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