Professor Branestawm Finally Succumbs
This so-called portrait of the Bard
Is nothing but a vile canard
To tease and fool the unaware
And make them think he had no hair
In life, they say, his flowing main
Ran sweet and swiftly down the drain:
His beard ran too; so did his feat--
Of hanging sideways in the street--
The Bard was clearly quite a man
Whose body knew no settled plan
For eating eggs along with shells
While browsing in the Book of Kells
Contributors: | Apsley, Beefy, fester, Roland, KD. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2002. |