Telling Tales of Mother's Bullseye
You shouldn't keep an apple
On the apex of your head
Your father has been drinking
And just filled Bill Tell with lead
Now you're all that I have left.
It's ill advised to summon
Your chauffeur in for a pint,
His driving's sure to suffer
Deny it though he mighnt
You must hold your life more dear.
You shouldn't call the papers
When Diana stays at rest
The Huntress won't forgive it
If you fail the archer's test
Tempt the goddess not, my son.
It's ill-advised to mention
You've a target shaped tattoo
At the NRA Convention
Where a bowman is taboo
Fly from thence as fleetest shot.
| Contributors: | (trad), Kansas Sam, Anon., anon, P, Hagfish, Kevin Andrew Murphy. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd June 2003. |