The Reborn Tuna Despair for Mayonnaise
'Twas on a moonsoaked midnight
When the road was black with ice
Three charabancs from Khazakstan
Roared through with blazing lights
And all the slumb'ring hamlet
Snored
Save one, who, from a casement
Wept the wondering moon
And spluttered in amazement
At the convoy full of rice
Enough to make an omelette
Spread
This solitary peasant
Is not pleasant
Contributors: | Roland, fester, Apsley, B, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 9th January 2002. |