Rumour Pills
Licensed to kill, my dear
with toothpick, quill or hairnet
Applied to cheek or ear
On the tip of an old bayonet
I slide within the shadows
your darkness so perverse
That where'er a lad goes
You'll often find a nurse
Dogging his heels, my dear
A thermometer unsheathed
To plunge at once into his rear
I fear his last he's breathed
| Contributors: | Stacy Alexander, keith c sickbed, Grayman, Apsley, Beefy, Richard Mustgrave, Barrymore's Ghost. |
| Poem finished: | 17th January 2003. |