What is Golden?
The curlew trolls to Nell of darkling hay
tralumpfing her fabaset most froodly
His stream of arrant nonsense seems to say,
I don't mind if you interject, but PLEASE don't do it rudely
Mighty Niggin's certain to festy,
Uncreting the spilge-form subwrangly
A rangy feffer fuffed the strump,
And left it trussed in Stygian gloom by vines and creepers tangly
Contributors: | TG, Danny Green, Roland, Kent, Stacy. |
Poem finished: | 27th July 1997. |