Chocolate Elvis During Sessions
Oh! My sombrero is the finest,
Made out of melted cheese,
It used to be owned by Fred Dinage
It reached down to his knees.
But I cannot show it to minors
For it is quite unfit
For such a feast of carnage
Knees his to down reached it.
It makes me wrie things backwards
And say them upside down
It takes me to the black woods
And sometimes to the brown.
It makes me be mean to children
Slapping them on the hand
It makes me feel quite chilled when
I'm nude amongst the band.
Contributors: | Stacy Alexander, Apsley, fester, dkb, Steve. |
Poem finished: | 15th December 2002. |