The Rolling Meatball
I was eating spaghetti
It tasted just great
When one of the meatballs
Jumped off the plate
Before I could ask
My mother for more
It rolled through the kitchen
And out of the door
I tried to catch it
But I tried in vain
It rolled down the road
Fell into a drain
I rang the police
And the fire brigade
Who arrived with a net
A rope and a spade
They scooped it out
(It was covered in slime)
‘Thanks,’ I cried
And without wasting time
