Gargling Troubadours
Why must you gargle on the couch?
It frightens all the troubadours
Why must you be a lazy slouch?
The king is coming: sweep the floors!
Why must you spit on Lammastide?
You know that it offends me
Why must you state that Clinton lied?
'Twas the fault of Miss Lewinsky
Contributors: | Francine, Nym, F haven't keyed since a.m, N(silly way to talk!). |
Poem finished: | 19th July 2003. |