A Particularly Contemporary Procedure
Particularly pleasing was the scent of new-mown hay
That wafted from the cleavage of the Queen
She'd download her snout,
And frequently go out:
And there was nothing much left to say.
But on my mind she'll stay,
Particularly partial was the Queen to new-born lamb
That bleated from the meadows to the pit,
She'd damn her own gout
Before she went out,
And there was nothing much right to say.
But in that time we'll stay,
Particularly rancid was the stench of putrid flesh
Resulting from the cleavage of the lamb
Reminiscent of SPAM,
She let the door slam
she ran without a rage, playing along
And she knew in her heart it was utterly wrong
Particularly spiteful were the games we played as boys
Each drawing on his repertoire of guile
Heaped up in a pile
And tossing about in the latest style.
Contributors: | TG, Roland, Stacy, The Agent Apsley, Amanda, Sasquatch, kent, anthony perros, P. |
Poem finished: | 4th November 1997. |