Sausage Pouting Pictured
Echinacea, oil of rum, it's all the same to us!
Anastacia howls and wails but we don't give a cuss.
She may wear styleless glasses, but that does not commend
Her much to us, we'd rather see a movie with a frend
Who'd have some pig-tails, a brace and a widesmile
tipping all the scales in her favor for a while
Archimedes, Earl of Ulm, was never one to brag
But we undressed him, silly fool, and shoved him in a bag
He may rule several counties, but that does not suggest
That one did crave the harder stuff, spilt upon his breast
He'd hear some folk-tales, grimace and go to bed
with just a single cabbage embroidered on his head
Uncle Remus, so they say, was very fond of rye
Which might explain his preference for sleeping in a sty
He may know several fables, but that does not imply
That other, wiser, gentlefolk will simply not ask 'Why?!'
They'd ask for details, embrace him, wish him well
And when his stomach rumbled they would wonder at the smell
Samuel Beckettt, King of Spoons, rode a rocky way
But there was no Fonzarelli in his play "Happy Days"
The cast, in fact, consists of two, Winnie and then Willie,
And all the critics have agreed the plot is rather silly.
They ride his coat-tails, enthuse, then turn and grouse
Then they make room for Wiffie, the marathon mouse
Contributors: | Apsley, dkb, Beefy, Modeus, TG, melody, fester, dan. |
Poem finished: | 3rd March 2002. |