Sitting on
the rim of my plate
Eyeballing
me while I ate
Was an
orange newt in a burgundy suit
Chattering
and seemingly irate
Jabbering in
a tongue that I couldn't comprehend
He was
obviously disturbed
And
completely round the bend
So I kept my
poise
Ignored his
noise
And merrily
proceeded to eat
Causing him
to scream like a beleaguered banshee
And
instantly he stamped his feet
He then whizzed
round and round the bowl
At a quite
incredible speed
Continually
ranting and raving
Trying his
best to make me take heed
But I refused
to utter a word
I refused to
appease or concede
This
demented creature was never going to win
He wasn't going to impede
So I ate
what was left of my wonderful meal
And enjoyed
the way it made me feel
With its
mouth-watering flavour that seemed so surreal
But just as I
started to rise from my chair
Another appeared
completely bare
With two
pairs of eyes and a sinister stare
Another
emerged when I got to the sink
Sporting
polka dot pyjamas
Yellow and
pink
More began
to surface
Until there
was a very large group
And then transformed
into mushrooms
Just like
the ones in my soup
