Lately Confused Shirts
As he jumped from the peak of the mountain of Slibb
With a parachute fashioned from fluff
He looked down and he saw he'd forgotten his shoes
And hoped that his toes were enough
To protect him from gravity's sickening thud
And a horrid young goblin called Gibb
As his head pierced the crust on the Slough of Despond
Where the people eat nothing but dough
He looked up and noticed some Wandering Jews
Who gestured and told him to go
And directly he felt, in his thickening blood,
His electrical circuits transpond:
As he settled his score with the Dusts of the Globe
For a kilderkin of finest stout
He looked down on those who, addicted to booze
Were in agonies from the gout
And expecting to find, in the quickening mud
Sweet relief, by ingesting dead toads
| Contributors: | P, Roland, Anon., loaf, Apsley, fester. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd January 2002. |