I haven't the sluggiest what to write,
And to top it all I've been up all night.
My eyes feel heavy, my throwing arm aches,
I feel like baking lots of slug-filled cakes.
So what is the answer, give me a clue
If you do not I won't know what to do.
Least my books keep me busy,
Though I'm starting to feel very dizzy.
I need a lie down to rest my mind,
Which I'll do now and... (loud snoring).
Have you tried cabbage soup?
Guaranteed it'll make you poop.
Spending all day on the bog,
Passing one too many a log.
Lose your muscle, lose your fat
Cabbage soup will do just that.
watery, green it's nutritious
One thing it's not is delicious.
But it's cheap to make, easy to grow,
It'll help with your digestive flow.
If you need help, please see me
I'm the one that's rather cabbagey.
For many a cabbage I do have,
Then every hour be on your lav.
Very soon you'll love your loo,
As you drop yet another poo.
Cabbage soup is that great,
I should know as I'm never late.
So try my cabbage recipe,
It'll turn your pee green, hee-hee-hee.
Here it is, my loyal slugs, fresh from the slug-ustrator - the brand spanking new cover for Elias Zapple's Rhymes from the Cabbage Patch:
In Maputo I am known for my love of tinned tuna.