Now Repercussions Don't Hibernate
You asked for a list of excuses,
But I'm tired--too tired for that
So go make your own damn excuses
Like, my car was attacked by a bat.
In a negligee. From the last poem.
Or else by a cricket type of bat...
A cricket type of bat - just what is that?
For research, I just don't have time
All my air ran out; now I am flat.
Heck, this lemon has left me flat broke
Or was it the lime and tequila?
Or a taste for dark rum in my Coke
You never should drink Cuba Libres
Or light Castro's cigar with your match
(You're in jail the instant that he brays)
Come again sir? Oh, that's just my wife
Her nagging has driven me nuts
That now I want to end my life.
Contributors: | Hagfish, Kansas Sam, anon, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Apsley, scientist, Edgar, Paddy Raghunathan. |
Poem finished: | 30th June 2003. |