Never Once Promising To Underestimate Buns
Over the choppy leather line
He skates on blades of malice
Mocking the sentry's wolverine
While impersonating Alice.
Never a backward glance he wastes
Speeding off to Chelsea,
Mocking the sergeant's outre tastes
Who paid the bill at Selsey.
Still he rushes ever on
Silver wake all foaming
Mocking the sailor's cousin John
Entranced by mermaids' combing
But if he ever weasels by
Between the sheets unending
Mocking at me, he'll find that I
Have several patents pending
I'll sue him for his nether teeth
His cactus, his shillelagh
He'll find at last that underneath
I really dress quite gaily
He'll find that I'm a ruffian
Copanion to the Capo
I'll have him beaten with a cat,
And tatoo him him with a map o'
Portland Bill, that septic aisle
keeps lagging our endeavors,
I'll have him screaming all the while:
I'm dressed in patent leathers.
Contributors: | Roland, TG, Stacy, Simon, The Agent Apsley, P. |
Poem finished: | 29th August 1997. |