A knock on the door was a pleasant surprise
until I saw who it was and out popped my eyes.
There on a chair was a frozen fish finger
doing an impression of its favourite singer.
Start spreading the news is what it then sang.
It danced and it jigged, but I wasn't a fan.
I went inside and got out the pepper,
then ate it up - but don't feel much better.
George Stanworth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/door-knocking-frozen-food/
