Lockjaw Imminent
Dead as any dodo
The startling Sons of Frodo
Have undermined the plot
Yellow as my yo-yo
Dry as an arroyo
(or as an ocelot)
Private as my pogo
Crashed at Castle Drogo
To have or to have not
Cruising round Lake Como
Laundresses and Omo
Matter not a jot
We sail the Orinoco
Turgider than cocoa
Clinging like a clot
Thus, my crimson oboe
Stolen from the hobo
Glimmering red-hot
Imitates a logo
Advertising Togo
Laughing quite a lot
Contributors: | Roland, P, Bop, TG, TG. . |
Poem finished: | 14th September 1997. |