The Pastry Cups
How noble is the nobleman
And how ignoble Barnes,
Who lounges, reading mags and books,
And wrestles with your arms
How gentle is the gentleman
And how ungentle Smythe,
Who lounges, whistling at the girls
Although he has a wife.
How wonderful they all appear
When spied on from afar
But I'll sit here and sip my beer
From this here Mason jar
Contributors: | mcb, Hagfish, Kansas Sam, Tiger Spot. |
Poem finished: | 24th June 2003. |