Inaudible When Down-wind
I promise, tomorrow I'll be a good boy
Unless you immerse me in butter,
Unless you anoint my pyjamas with soy
When I'll play my CD of Rutter
I'll whistle and sing like a man in a trance
Or a pig in a bag full of nuts
I'll stomp and I'll swing like a sumo in dance
And generally act like a klutz
(Condiments, see, always do that to me)
I vow that next week I shall learn to behave
Unless you should souse me with claret,
Unless you invite me to put on a rave
When I'll bring my stuff and share it
I'll twist and I'll turn like a man on a gibbet
Or a tick on the run from a match
I'll croon and I'll hum like a bee, and ad lib it
And act like a klutz again, natch
(Medicines free always do that to me)
Contributors: | Zach G, Apsley, Roland, Beefy, Kansas Sam, dkb, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 31st May 2003. |