Lenten Orgy
A pint of gin to steel the nerves
A shot of vodka to conserve
The tonsils, and a quart of beer
The better to preserve my sneer
Was all I ever craved
Amphetamines to stay awake
The long long nights without a sheikh
Or, even yet, a Grand Mufti
Who might be prone to a shufty
But which of us is saved?
A pint of coffee wards off sleep
When force-fed to a drunk Bo-Peep
Who now regrets the drunken brawl
When she bit off Mike Tyson's balls
(...With good intentions paved?)
Some carrot-cake staves off the pangs
Of hunger for orang-utangs
But will not feed an ocelot
Nor would I give my boss a lot
Until his legs are shaved
| Contributors: | Apsley, ellie, fester, P, Anon., Padmavyuha, Mary. |
| Poem finished: | 17th November 2001. |