CREAM CRACKERED

There was a dirty big hole

That something horrible had made

Just near the garden shed.

It was ever so round

And ever so big

I stood there and just scratched my head!!

What can I do?

I`m all on my own.

I don`t possess a spade!

Where the bloody hell did all that muck go?

And when the heck was it made?

I shouted for help!

Then there came a small voice!

Telling me to look over the fence.

And there in the street

Was a dirty big truck

That dumped a big load at my feet.

They are Jacob`s Cream Crackers

The little man said.

They fell of when the ice made them slip!

You may have them all!

As they are broken you see.

Then he proceeded to tip!!

If you mix them with muck

They`ll become rather stuck

Like cement again it will be!!

It will plug that big hole

And again please the eye

Then he turned and he just waved to me!!

I shouted, but who made that big hole?

I`m begging to know!!

Oh Lord why did it happen to me?