Epitaph for an Asymmetrical Arrrangement of Bears
Tie them to the bowsprit? With a scratched CD?
Oh, no, I couldn't do it. Not me!
I'm far too nice! I'm far too good!
I eat on cloth and live on wood,
And never do a thing I should,
But then I might - in fact, I could
If only fame would light my way,
And guide me through each dreary day,
Which gets much grimmer at each pace
And brings a pallor to my face
That makes me look a whit seedy,
Albeit appear to be needy,
With a rum-tum-tiddly-po
Contributors: | Apsley, Stacy Alexander, Beefy, Jamesy, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 12th November 2002. |