Revenge of the Defecating Cutlery
Cuttlebone, my next of kin
Steal a car, remove the VIN
While I, alone, sip my gin
And pater's hours are spent in sin.
Cutlass, parrot, all the gear,
HEY WAIT AMINUTE I CANT HEAR
Said the rabid mutant we all fear
(I think they call it Richard Gere)
Cut me loose and let me fly
chopping onions makes me cry
But at least I have an alibi
And - better still - an onion pie!
Contributors: | loaf, dan, Lunch, Ripp, Apsley, Anon., fester, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 20th March 2002. |