If all the world was cabbage and sprouts
and all the sea was gravy
I’d never want to venture out
and I’d never join the Navy.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another piece of pure nonsense - just for the hell of it..!
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Where is the roast beef and potatoes? as hopefully the gravy is onion gravy.
Good fun write Michael.
Funny, love the sketch.
My wife's pan gravy made with meat juices - am I feeling hungry !!
Oh lol good write M. A bit of a windy world - cabbage and sprouts.
Cheers O - I think we've got cabbage and sprout weather outside at the moment - certainly ruffled my hair when I went to put the rubbish bins out.
Oohh I washed me hair - now I can't do a thing with it! As they say. lol.
Ooooh both cabbage and sprouts all in one go - no wonder that poor bird's neck has grown to get away from the wind's double- odour !!! A great nonsense rhyme Michael along with the clever sketch.
I don't think he'll get away from it Fay judging where his head has surfaced.
Yes, I thought it would be windy too! lol.
You just made my morning, Michael. And please don't call this 'pure nonsense', this is humor 1st class and the result of a great fertile mind!!!
Oh gosh - you make me feel real 'umble Fred - not sure about a fertile mind but I do still have a full head of hair.
After sleeping on Danish blue cheese
I began writing poems like these
Your long necked bird is a farce
For he could kiss his own a.....
And generally do as he pleased
alternative last line:-
But i'd advise him not to sniff the breeze
or it could read: 'as long as he bends his knees'
Thanks dusk - you gave me a laugh
Laughter makes the world go round doesn't it.
Sure does and we could do with more of it here on MPS - it does get a bit heavy at times - cheers dusk
I love cabbage , sprouts and gravy...id have a feast 🤣
I love any veg BUT they do need to be cooked properly - not over-cooked - in fact slightly al dente - a knob of butter - seasoned - and possibly a little bacon. So many just boil them to oblivion and wonder why they don't like them - no wonder so many kids are put off. Thanks Jooles I'll join you in the feast.
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