Diagnostic Encomium
Oh! How I hate his leaking bladder!
How his sodden hammock stinks!
It's hard to communicate the matter,
Perhaps a subject better left to shrinks!
And how I hate his weary patter
How his verbal oozings pall!
It's awfully worse than pancake batter,
A wonder that he even has the gall!
How I loath the way he looks,
His pointless nosebleeds: what's the point
They only spatter up the joint!
And try to make their bloddy point.
Do you detest his loathsome bulk?
No! That's the feature I adore!
It charms my soul from kingdom come,
To linger by his reeking slum
To wallow in this hole - mindless, sightless
To gaze upon the sky - wingless, flightless
To eat a sodden pie - pointless, tasteless
To beat a broken drum
| Contributors: | Stacy, Roland, Stacy Alexander, Nancee, TG, A girl named Sue, Lucretia, Anon.. |
| Poem finished: | 31st January 1997. |