Jail-mouth Slime
At the risk of sounding spiteful, I shall tell you what I think
For the time has come you...fungus,
All the worms are getting...restless,
As they seethe at the catafalque's brink
Though it might seem quite improper, I shall tell what I know
Of the toad-molester's ... fingers
And the frog-molester's ... toe.
My emotions notwithstanding, I shall tell you what I feel
when we rove the murky fen ... Gus
delights us with his song ... no
he blights us with his stink.
| Contributors: | Peter, Leeroy, Leeroy's sister, Roland, Mondello the Astronomer, Boppo, P. |
| Poem finished: | 1st November 1996. |