Britney's in Purdah
When poets strive against the muse
It hardly ever makes the news -
Yet prelates who subvert their creed
To meet some vile, perverted need
To show the world their ignorance,
Should they compel such cognisance?
When politicians state their views
My anger's dull slow-burning fuse
Is grounded in their lying ruse
While rancid precepts suppurate.
Assigned by fate to relegate,
We do our vote then abnegate...
When Britney strives to sing a song
It hardly ever comes out wrong
Yet choristers quite often search
For benison from Charlotte Church
Before they ever sing a note
She slings a radish down her throat
When politicians say they're wrong
A hidden motive is their song,
For, when they recant in a church,
Old Britney's strivings make them lurch:
Before she walks upon the stage
Down her throat goes a large greengage
| Contributors: | Apsley, fester, Roland, Stacy Alexander, E Greejius, loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 21st November 2002. |