4 June 2012
As I delve my spoon in, Deep in to the unknown, I realise to this bowl, To three creatures it is home. You've probably heard of them on the tv, Seen them on the box. But did you ever realise that not all three of them had c**ks? Don't get me wrong, it ain't Snap, He's always going on about the ladies, And it ain't Crackle, Sitting listening to Snap, Frothing at the mouth like he had rabies. You see a deal was made, Some many years ago. Between Pop and a fair maid, Best believe I told you so. See Pop was sick of a celeb life, Thought if he could escape, He's be rid of his troubles and strife. Maybe find himself a nice wife! So he approached a pretty young girl, Who at first was dubious "won't the milk kill my curls?" But he fed her full of lies and deceit. Got her just to 'dip her feet'. But then he pushed her right in! And poor Poppy just couldn't swim, Through the milk so creamy and thick. Blasted Pop! "He's such a pr*ck!"
So now when you choose those little rice puffs, Remember to show a little love, To the girl who was forced to take Pop's place. Poppy should have replaced on the box Pop's face.
Snap, Crackle & Pop-py • Opuss № I