Thoreau Toejam
Do mugwumps ever feel the ache
and the heartbreak of psoriasis?
Or do they merely want to break
the bank of their archdiocese?
I do not know, I do not care
I do not try to find a rhyme
And if the mugwumps badly fare
They'll surely heal with time
Let's end this silliness, friends of mine
We'll start afresh, again, once more
O how nym will egg us on
This poem has become a bore
That's it then - it is gone
Contributors: | Francine, Karin, Kansas Sam, Nym. |
Poem finished: | 17th July 2003. |