Hurrah! A Pointless Stereo Pencil
The lines of life upon her face
Read somewhat like a map
Charting emotions
BUT ...
The crimes of life, should she embrace
A somewhat lifeless chap
Crossing the oceans
(Tut!)
With signs of life through his grimace
His jaws don't overlap
So full of emotions
Jut
What kind of life does this replace?
Is this some kind of trap?
No-one I know shuns
Cutt-
-lefish, nor chubb, nor dace
With Death to beat the rap
Banged up in Nissen's
Hut
The leyish lines that cross this place
Have a peculiar gap
Whereas the cown shuns
glut
Authenticates the human race
The while to take a nap
It makes one do one's
Nut
The sporting life, sunk without trace?
A victim of the clap!
Performing devotions
(Cut
Contributors: | Lightningchaser, Roland, KT, E Greejius, TG, The Agent Apsley, Loaf, Elizabeth, P, Dee Jay Dave. |
Poem finished: | 21st January 2000. |