She Wasn't Waving But His Trousers Were
She was poor but she was honest
Victim of a polecat's game
For she trusted her pet ferret
That was 'ferret' but in name
She was pure but he was wicked
And he took all that she had
As you know, that isn't cricket
Now it's over, she's quite mad
She was cross but he'd gone missing
In the brambles and the furze
Her instructions were explicit
"Go and get me back my purse!"
She was hurt but she was stoic
No more ferrets would she kiss
She had packed, now she was going
Far away from all of this
| Contributors: | Hamish, Loaf, Roland, Madge, fester, dkb, Apsley. |
| Poem finished: | 24th May 2000. |