Collections in every idle corner, Lurking on all the shelves, Underneath the bed, a family of green elves, Trunk, stuffed with endless bric a brac, enough for a few car boot sales,
From the word go, he is absolutely, “screaming”, Rolling his tongue, the tut in his pun, more fun, As if spirited from a deep dark cave, Now his nose wrinkles as his audience raves,
Crunchy savory snack, Rather musical to munch, It’s the best salty treat, apart from “my chips”, Slides down my throat like a wonderful surprise, Packed with deliciousness,
Prune a number of ripe ideas, Kindly dissect the odd bits, Singe your thoughts if they knot, If enough is penned, re-arrange, Have you collected the awesome material?