Where's That Noisy Honk-A-Donk
I'm the noisy honk-a-donk
Now shuffle over I need somewhere to plonk
That's not quite comfy, make a little room for me
Hey move your feet!
I'll plant myself here in the middle of the bed
Now that's better for my furry head
I'm Free as a bird so unencumbered,
I'll have to be quick my minutes are numbered
Ohh, what's that I smell its got my attention
Run with such vigor
I must release this pent up frustration!
Aww their sticky hands are such a treat
There's got to be more here
I won't give In to defeat!
I'll sit here gracefully shell hand over that sandwich
Or I could just take it from the little hand
No that won't work, then she'll snitch.
Ahh, here he is my bestest friend
No, he really is I don't need to pretend
He makes plenty of room for me on his pillow
We share a bond over our love of crisps
and gaze out the window
I tell you I've tasted all kinds of flavours
But I have to say my favourite are quavers
Mind you I'm pretty partial to a tangy cheese dorito
They even do spicy burrito!
But those salt and vingar chipstix
Get me into all sorts of trouble
eSending eme into a sizzling B
ubbling frenzy transfix .
Crap ! what now , ihde me she won't see
uBt it's too late she
ust have heard this onisy honk-a-donk bbbreathe
Copyright © Charlotte Wakeman | Year Posted 2021
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