Sing for Switzerland, Salesperson!
Blue Degrees or Royal Arch, in time,
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
Harrovian blazers, Crystal Palace strip -
Whose price hath launch'd a thousand ships
In the flood of masonic slime
That's sure to drown us, given time.
Set beyond the thirty-third degree
In the seventh of the seven seas
Floats a camel with the hump:
He knows he was a dreadful chump
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
And Lady MacBeth's metre goes into a hopeless slump
Twelfth Night seems more the proper verse,
If you are teaching frogs to curse,
Than which masonic death is worse -
Than watching herds of sheep disburse
Ping pong balls to a rabid nurse
Almost nothing could be worse!
So don your aprons, simples all!
The young doth rise when the old doth fall.
There's not enough to please us all,
But there are cheeses in the hall
They smell quite bad, so do not call
For the nurse with the ping pong ball.
| Contributors: | E Greejius, Stacy Alexander, E Greeejius, Apsley, fester, loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd November 2002. |