Music, Unless...
While I was walking my dog on the moon
My walk had to end a little too soon,
When my pet was struck dead by a hurtling spoon
Discharged by a rabid baboon
While I was feeding my budgie on Mars
I tramped on a watch that once was my Pa's
I regret that a tightly wound spring was the cause,
The kind that you find in guitars.
While I was digging your grave on the sun
While I was strumming my guitar on a star,
Alas, under the telling sun my deoderant failed.
An unsavory minstrel was spotted that day,
Alas, what a rhymeless display!
Contributors: | peter, Stacy, P, Loaf, Roland, Bop, Steve Heller, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 30th January 1998. |