I like these Christmas competitions. My entry is a slight embellishment on the limerick, because I couldn't fit what I wanted to say in five lines:
The fort had a new chef this year,
Who wanted to be known as Pierre.
Egon was put out
And started to shout
"GET THAT MAD MAN OUT OF HERE!"
Beau Peep wanted his Christmas lunch,
But Dennis had heard Egon's hunch
That to make a nice change
A new blend he'd arrange
Of a festive Brussels Sprouts punch.
Dennis walked into the kitchen
He knew he was there - he was itchin'
But he could not see
What was going to be
In the dinner that Egon was fixin'.
"These Brussels Sprouts don't look so good"
Thought Egon - convinced that they would,
"I'll mix them with pepper
"To make them taste better
"Before they go into the pud!"
There was an old chef called Egon,
Who dreamt of his own restaurant,
Disturbed was his sleep
By the one called Beau Peep
Shouting "SPROUTS, IN THE PUD? OH, COME ON!"
