Poem: The Adventures of Paul the Meatball

Hi, I’ve written this poem a few days ago and I think I might like to share it with you. It is the longest poem I’ve ever written. It is more like a story-poem.

The poem is also inspired by some movies, songs, and stories.
By the way, this poem has the eleven syllables kind of rhythm. If you want to listen how to read it, click here (then click on the podcast play button).

(The words colored gray are the inspirations)

The Adventures of Paul the Meatball (On Top of My Spaghetti)

One fine day, my aunty was cooking my lunch.
Not fried rice or chicken or cookies to munch.
When my lunch was served, it did not seem so great –
A meatball atop lettuce on a small plate.

And when I reached for the delicious meatball,
it rolled of the plate and then, I named it Paul.
It rolled of the table and grass broke its fall,
and then kept on rolling although I did call.

I was so surprised and screamed for it to stop.
But Paul kept on rolling – in front of the cop. (One of Enid Blyton’s stories)
The cop was surprised he did not speak a word.
The meatball collided with a little bird.

The bird was so angry it said, “I will eat you!”
The cop said, “Because you hurt the bird, I’ll beat you!”
The meat ball was scared he knew not what to do,
but entered the foul-smelling gentlemen’s loo.

The cross cop found Paul and then said, “This will pay!”
And with a big grin, the cop flushed Paul away. (Flushed Away)
The pitiful meatball was then down the sewers;
it was like enjoying some fun scary tours.

It was just a good thing that Paul wasn’t dead.
He ended up in fairy tale land instead. (Shrek)
Some people were chasing him and so he ran,
for he was mistaken for Gingerbread Man. (Gingerbread Man)

So Paul just kept rolling on, faster and faster.
The dame chased him hungrily. So did the master. (Baa Baa Black Sheep)
And then, Paul was scared, he knew not what to do,
but entered the tree trunk of Winnie the Pooh. (Winnie the Pooh)

Just then, a tornado spun with speeds so high,
and lifted the tree trunk up into the sky. (The Muppets’ Wizard of Oz)
It was a good thing that the huge tree could glide, (A scene in Shrek 3)
while Pooh Bear thought his tree found a spot to hide.

An airplane collided with the tree of Pooh.
The plane dropped immediately, the meatball too.
But luckily, Paul survived and did not die
because he fell into the yummy cream pie. (Sing a Song of Sixpence)

The blackbirds inside the pie almost ate Paul.
But he rolled away, and that was not just all.
A man saw Paul. Since he had nothing to do,
he kicked Paul very hard, wearing a shoe.

Meanwhile, I was having my delicious lunch –
some rice, meatloaf, vegetables, and apple punch.
Paul zoomed through the window and onto my plate
(looks like the man’s hard kick was simply too great).

I stared at the meatball and then ate it (Yummy!).
And then Paul was dead inside my very tummy.
And after I drank apple punch from my cup,
(the meatball was just full of germs) I threw up.

Hope you like it!

By Gloson

Hello, my name is Gloson and I am an 11-year-old kid who lives in Malaysia. Here, I blog about anything interesting that I learn, including how-to's tips, and more.

Besides blogging, I am a funny poet who writes funny poetry that makes you giggle. Some of my funny poems can be found in this blog.

You can also find my cats series, a series of the funny and cute cat photos I took, here.

1 reply on “Poem: The Adventures of Paul the Meatball”

Typical boy! 🙂

Just to encourage you in your grossness:

Why don’t you try a sonnet? Here’s my ode to roadkill:

Two Armadillos’ Strife

Against the truck, two armadillos fought
(They lost not only lives, but tail and ear)
‘Twixt sun and rain and tire tread they rot;
And yet, Death is no sneering victor here!
See? In the putrid stinking street they lie
Crushed, congealed, their armored innards cool,
Providing shelter for the pregnant fly
Who leaves her maggots where dogs dare not drool.
The gleaming pearls wriggle – what a treat!
Joyful little maggots writhe and nibble
On fetid juice and desiccated meat
A revolting sight – no one would quibble –
But thus, within this roadkill springs new life;
Small recompense for armadillos’ strife.

Copyright 2003 Holly Jahangiri

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