Because Foam Canisters Iridesce
She cries, that's all she ever does
When shackled in the shed
I cannot understand the girl
Unless her eyes are red
She clutches at her handkerchief
She snuffles in her sleeve
She rattles with the gramphone in a way you'd disbelieve!
Now those who find me somewhat curt
Should hasten still to swear and curse
My rubber nurse!
He loafs about, that's all he does
While others choose to sleep
I cannot understand the boy
Unless he makes me weep
He bites down on the hand that feeds
And blinds the gloating eye
And murders our tranquility with CDs played too high
Now those whom I set out to hurt
Should hasten to do far, far worse
My rubber nurse!
| Contributors: | TG, Roland, KT, The Agent Apsley, Loaf, fester, trad. |
| Poem finished: | 15th March 2000. |