Her nerveless dressing-table, regarding which
Although her skull is squat and flat
She wears a fetching bowler hat
Entirely made from rubber-bands
And styled by her exquisite hands
And round her neck she gaily sports
A catheter of rosy quartz
Entirely stolen from the Queen
Whose defects can be clearly seen
To buy her clothes she needs to go
To haunts of eel and Esquimau
Entirely clad in fur and feather
Head to foot in lard and leather
She is the belle of every ball
Though not the fairest of them all
Her harassed beaux, suppressing qualms,
It's gone right past my uvula! Just stop it!
| Contributors: | Roland, P, The Agent Apsley, DeeJay Dave, TG, E Greejius, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 29th January 2000. |