Television Penis Disenfranchisement
Born with magic pubic hair
And abundant underwear
He doesn't really need to care
What urchins seize the pump;
"Magic pubes! Make them all go!"
The filaments begin to grow
And bound the urchins head to toe
An irksome, yelling clump.
With a "pop!" they disappeared
Swifter than a spider's beard
- O, the spectacle was weird:
It beggars credence quite
Chanting now his powerful spells
There amid the sulphur smells
As each follicle now swells
And glows with eerie light
And if Afghans now should dare
To coat the public derrière
With the pelt of hare or bear
What chaos might ensue?
Can the pubes prevent a war?
What they'll do, they did before:
Crush and bomb my brush and comb!
(And parts of Asia too)
Osma bin Laden? (Such bad form!)
He's scared of pubes, we are informed
For Taleban, that's just the norm
From Kabul to Kandahar
Contributors: | fester, Roland, loaf, dkb, Apsley, E Greejius, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 1st November 2001. |