In Abandoned Transit-Vans
Harold was a potter
Like God, he made from clay
Three weasels and an otter
Just the other day
And sent them on their way
Ronald was a weasel
Like Satan, wrought from steel
On an artist's easel
In the town of Lille
(Where Peelers go to peel)
And through the messy morning
He bustled to and fro
With fresh ideas a-spawning
Each time he thought of dough
Or struck an Esquimau.
| Contributors: | loaf, P, Roland, Apsley, dkb, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 7th December 2001. |