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Tom Barker
Joondalup, Australia

Bombers practiced during World War Two
flying low over Derwent watter.
But local farmers got quite upset,
upon hearing shrieks and splatter.

In the henhouse were eggs galore,
and as empty shells were found.
The reason for the all the screams,
was square eggs instead of round.

Farmers complained to Air ministry,
“All that ruddy noise has got to stop”
“If thee passed a brick wi’ sharp corners,
ah’m sure thy eyes would pop!”

The outcome of this venture tho’
left Hitler and Goering having a natter,
“I wonder weer all the watters gone?”
but it were in German patter.

Two big dams were split and three to go,
then somebody changed his mind.
And decided Berlin to paste,
with a lesson to all mankind.

Soon there was naught but rubble,
where once Berlin had been.
And when it was all over,
it were all black instead o’ green.

But now chickens are back to normal,
and the egg chute is back to round.
And they lays a natural shaped egg again,
wi’ a contented cluckin’ sound.

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