Spanner Hatred
Now the fat is in the fire
Now the bird is on the wire
Start the clock
With a sock
On your cock
His heart's desire.
Now the rat is in the oats
Now the wolves are in sheepcoats
Start the match
With a patch
Smeared with thatch
Worth three groats
Now the cat is in the air!
Now the werewolf must beware
Start to rave
Misbehave
In my grave
Over there ...
Now the bat flies at your throat -
Now the sheep is in his cote
Will she live?
Not in a sieve
Or with Viv
The nano-goat
Now the tat is up for sale
Now that we're beyond the pale
Will they cope?
Not a hope
Antelope
And nightingale
Contributors: | Roland, P, Apsley, Fatty, Anastasia, fester. |
Poem finished: | 8th November 2000. |