Infested by Dali Specialists
When nuns collide, then is the time
to fill your sinks with disaster
When horesemen ride, it is no crime
to satisfy the perpendicular master
Nor to tell a tale of derring
About a fishwife and her herring
When moons explode, then it is wise
To slip it inbetween the thighs
Where it is safe from prying eyes
who smile while making painted ties
And fabricating alibis
For pigs who squeal or tell pork pies
| Contributors: | fester, Zontar, Beefy, Glider, P, Devin Kendig, Apsley, zontar. |
| Poem finished: | 28th August 2002. |