Confession (a message on the fridge) by Ladislav Novotný


Everything’s been eaten

Hope not to be beaten

For my wicked deed

Listen up, take heed


Vanilla ice-cream

Vanished like a dream

Even that sweet jelly

Jumped into my belly


Five tins of sardines

Sausages, baked beans

Died between my teeth

That’s still not complete


My old friend Jack Perkins

Ate a jar of gherkins

And to make things clear

We drank all the beer


My dear, please be quiet

I will change my diet

But now I’m to hop

To the nearest shop