Poem By Mary Naylor

How do you like the roast beef?
Great Glory! Is that what it is?
Don't be blase'!
Well, it's Roast Beef a la Blah!
Oh! That's a blasted, blathering, bald-faced lie!
Bye the bye, how do you like the baked brocoli?

Comments about Alliteration

This one reminds me of elocution classes at drama school - and all that tempestuous titillating and tongue twisting. Clever poem - very funny. Love the broccoli coda. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Mary-this is a delightful poem, humorous and in 'good taste'. kate
Very engaging, Mary. This one made me smile. I have yet to read a poem of yours that was not more than worthy of a ten. Love, Sandra
Very clever indeed! Thank you.

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