A silly sausage sat serene,
Yet ignorant and loud.
His feet were so far off the ground,
His head was in a cloud.
Blank of face and lost in space,
A fervent tv fan.
He stumbled on reality,
And hit life’s frying pan.
Singed, he jumped out quickly,
But rather black and smelly.
So be warned you silly sausages,
It’s dangerous watching telly.
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