Deepest Darkest Chinatown
by
Richard
In deepest darkest Chinatown
the ducks were going quack
for they did not know tomorrow
that they'd end up as a snack.
But the fish had heard a rumour
and some began to worry
for at this time tomorrow
they could end up in a curry.
Meanwhile down at Mr Chew's
a prawn was getting hot
he'd found out much to late in life
that he'd end up in a pot.
The chickens back at Mr Wu's
had got their day all planned
until they saw a bloodstained man
with a chopper in his hand.
In deepest darkest Chinatown
best not hang around too late
for at this time tomorrow
you could end up on a plate.

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October 9, 2007, 00:29
Great poem! I wish I could write like that.