A Quiet Place
Hush a moment, haad your gobs,
Quiet in the battle-ground:
Let the twitter-feeding yobs
Hear the pin drop, stripped of sound –
Keep the noise down, tip the wink,
Kit Kat body parts are pink.
Close your ears, avert your lips,
No noise in the screenings, please:
Let the stealthy battleships
Sail in silence on the seas –
Cradles set to gentle rocking,
Kit Kat parts are pink and shocking.
Soft-shoe through the moral maze,
Keep the bomb-doors soft, discreet:
When you reach the loading bays,
Make sure all have slippered feet –
Keep the action tip-toe, pit-pat,
Do not crunch the pinko Kit Kat.
Cat-like, cross the terra firma
To delete the names and numbers:
Never even risk a murmur
While the idiot monster slumbers –
Let your fingers, sleek and dapper,
Stroke the new pink Kit Kat wrapper.