Woeful Enigma
My notion of 'A Life of Woe'
Depends on what you pay me, bro
I'm not for sale, you understand
nor is an auction even planned
Your pocket change can go pound sand
Such thoughts about this woeful coil
Depend entirely on the spoil
Tis only fair if gains there be
That all those gains recoil to me
To ease my round of daily toil
Two woeful schemes of stanza rhyme
Exemplify our waste of time
Contributors: | Roland, Kansas Sam, Beefy, loaf, keith c, fester. |
Poem finished: | 1st April 2003. |