Sign Rise
Toffee dipped in chocolate, by the wastrel's hand,
Garnished with molybdenum. Nice, I understand.
But not as nice as bonbons,
From the scoundrel's hat,
Nor as nice as cumquats,
If you squash them flat!
Truffles made in Belgium, by a roguish chap,
Taste a bit of pewter, if held under the tap.
But they taste more of nickel,
From a mine in Chavenay,
With just a hint of tinsel
A wee bit savory, so they say.
Ratafia bonbons, crafted by a thief
Redolent of elements which quite defy belief.
But hideous as harlots
Vile as scurvy knaves
In the back of Charlotte's
Mind, which is quite depraved
| Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Stacy Alexander, fester, Beefy, dkb. |
| Poem finished: | 14th November 2002. |