A macaroon was left in a room <br />Where fat arse Booby G took his afternoon tea <br />Bobby G Macdonald was in love with macaroons <br />And ate twenty two and sometimes twenty three with a large mug <br />of tea and a silver service spoon <br />His Ma called Clair had tried to ween Booby G from his tea <br /> <br />By calling for 'HELP! HELP! HELP ME, BOBBY.G! ' <br />But fat buttock Bobby G played deaf til he'd scoffed his tea an caught his breathe! then he left <br /> <br />But sadly poor Clair had slipped down the stairs to her very tragic death!<br /><br />yvette smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-macaroon-for-bobby-g-macdonald/
