My friend is eating smarties,
It’s quite a sight to see,
In goes all different colours,
And she does it all with glee.


Her tummy’s like a dustbin,
Where everything goes in,
And as you sit and watch her,
You just can’t but grin.


I thought the sweets were penguins,
Going for a walk,
Following one another,
I am waiting for them to talk.


With a bite and a crunch,
They went a bit further,
The tummy cried,
Help this is really murder.


To make it worse,
I said open your mouth,
We’ll just pop them in,
And the tummy went ouch.


The colours were many,
Her mouth was so small,
But she shoved them all in,
There was no room at all.


My mate’s a good sport,
When I write in verse,
If she wasn’t,

I’d end up in a hearse.


I say all sorts about her,
She just laughs it off,
I’ve got to admit,
She’s rather a toff.