Drawn
Irresistibly, I feel drawn
Like chalk upon a slate
Or horns upon a faun
I feel it's far too late
To begin a revolution
One needs a man with assets
No need of absolution
When hunting hounds and bassets
Ignore their masters' orders
They'll terrorize our daughters
Run free across our borders
Oh, can you see the slaughter!?
So back to blueprints must we go
And check the King's James Bible
To confirm what we all know
It's really rather ribald
| Contributors: | Francine, Nym, Anon., Mr Nym, Karin. |
| Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |