The tragic tale of the fondant snail

The brown fondant snail suffered a terrible fate,

It happened last night, not very late.


It wasn’t the cat, giving him a lick,

and making him look quite pale and sick.


It wasn’t the Hamstah’s over for the evening,

and having a snack before suddenly leaving.


No, it was Silly Willy, who thought for a lark,

he’d jump on the photography table in the dark.


The snail, under his bottom, was squashed quite flat,

and resembled something like a paint splat.


Poor little Willy was quite distraught,

His Mom’s hard work had come to naught.


He silently slunk off and climbed into his bed,

Where he sorrowfully confessed while blushing red.


And that, dear friends, is the end of this tale,

About the tragic demise of the fondant snail.


by Robbie Cheadle

Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author of Silly Willy goes to Cape Town





59 thoughts on “The tragic tale of the fondant snail

  1. Oh Silly Willy – when will you learn to think first, act second? It’s so sad to have to learn everything the hard way. As long as you learn tho’, right? And we all still love you, oopses and all – especially Robbie, and she’s the one who counts the most since it was her work that got squashed.

    Cute poem, Robbie – and the fondant critter illustrations are adorable, as always. Glad to see that John reblogged it.
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to educate a world!”

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