Sugared Death Watching
A simple thought occured today, entirely on its' own
(But if you misuse 'postrophes the purists all will moan!)
That though my head is soft inside, the outside is of bone.
Though bone can be unravelled, I don't propose to try
'cause Agent Apsley lost his spot as apple of my eye
But my brain would almost certainly be tasty in a pie
And thus it is from pedestals that Agents swiftly topple
Old Spoon (the Bill) will catch them out as sure as any cop'll
And furnish his injunction with a dose of fullish stoppal ...
And thus the moral of this tale must stare us in the face
A fancy grouse is quite the louse when seeking God's true grace.
And margarine is butter that does not taste of lace
Contributors: | best boy, The Agent Apsley, P, Roland, TG, Loaf, Stacy. |
Poem finished: | 6th March 1999. |