Anthony Hopkins folded napkins
To keep himself busy.
And let me tell you,
The shapes he could make
Were pretty flippin’ whizzy!
He could do dogs and cats
And fancy top hats.
Pretzels and schnitzels
And noses with nostrils.
One day he made a chicken
For his bestest mate Jim,
Who said: “That’s bloody rubbish!”
So Anthony ate him.

© Carl Burkitt 2019