Lemmings Explode When Roped To Dynamite
"Please help me grease my hamster" said the Queen
'I'm really quite unwilling' answered Snail
Dread thoughts of madness fill the skull
As my sanity goes slopping 'round the pail
hence, she could think of null
The thruttock was imploding on the green
Mitering gently willow screens
Into the lucent vapours of the night
But then Cook grabbed the thruttock and some beans
and made a thruttock pie
"That thruttock was quite tasty" said the Dean
"Or at least, the best I've had today"
Cook looks for things made out of meat
Such as animals (not vegetables or hay)
for all her tasty treats
Contributors: | fester, Apsley, Mattus Rattus, Eliza Kirkland, Hamish, Anon., Grayman, jim. |
Poem finished: | 12th June 2000. |