The Amazing Miss Shinies
Were making a fruit cake.
Not the kind you had to bake.
(This was Shiny craft with pencil
shavings.)
The Shinies were hard at work
Each shaving was varnished
And then polished.
(By licking them.)
One suddenly stepped back.
"Something isn't right.
"It's the polish, it's too light."
(But it really wasn't that.)
The other sighed.
"Why don't we take a break
By the Amazing Shiny Lake?"
(They liked to visit an old crocodile there.)
The old crocodile was a little mean.
But the Shinies liked him
For he was not a bit lean.
(Skinny crocodiles don't have a sense of humour.)
He opened his incredible jaws.
And then lamented,
"I promised not to eat you, alas!"
(He was quite a poetic fellow.)
But the Shinies couldn't smile
And he was rather miffed.
"Do I smell Shiny cake?" He sniffed.
(He had very strong views about this.)
"See, a cake you can't eat is daft!"
But the Shinies screamed,
"Philistine, it'vs Shiny craft."
(The crocodile rolled his old eyes.)
He made a series of snorts
But their sad Shiny faces
Broke his hearts.
Crocodiles have four, you know.)
