Necessary foreign horrors
I trimmed that lean bazooka
But still it hurt my back
I dreamt of love and lucre
In shades of white and black
I dreamt of charm-free chalets
Agog in Adolph Zukor's Cadillac
I dreamt of dream recursion
(I really should get out more)
These dreams disrupt my rhyming schemes
my skills have deminished like food around obese beings
only the brown, withered core of my body remains uneaten by ravenous time
I dreamt that Condaleezza
Played me "Truth or Dare"
Whilst munching day-old pizza
That caused a bio-scare
But Rice is bad for the birds
Their plumage withers in her glare
(She might take out the French next)
As she evens out the score
By staring at French profit sharing
On waking, Madame Bovary
Found gangrene on her leg
a necrotizing ovary
French Pox from Rummy's smeg.
Since not much rhymes with ovary,
We'll have to break some eggs.
When Tony went to Dover, he
Sang a sinful tune
Delaware's too much bus fare
To travel there by noon
So Tony hit the nickel slots
But found himself dragooned
He eyed the high stakes poker pots
And so war comes too soon.
Contributors: | loaf, Kansas Sam, Roland, E Greejius, Derik Green, yog, Derek Tattersall, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Anon., Kathryn Cramer, kevin, ambyr. |
Poem finished: | 16th June 2003. |