Another Flug

Next yesterday I was walking right
To find myself a delicious light
Which I could feast on through the night
And tasted just like Turkish Delight

As I trod on Queen George's poodle
I thought to myself "Oh look,it's a noodle"
But as I watched it in despair
I found it was a worm which had lost it's hair

I looked at to make it bleed
but another flug is what I need
Up to lampost, bend my knees
Another flug, I was pleased

And as this grape war wages on
12 of my faces seem to have gone
I kicked my hippo and went to bed
'cos there's something seriously wrong with my head.