Foresight in F Minor (Haydn)
Where have our old-timers gone?
Long time gassing
Chased away by Satan's spawn
The imps continue multiplying
Perhaps they hiding under stairs
Quick, I'll run and take a peek
We might just catch them unawares
Taking a devilish leak
Beefy, save me once again!
I am possessed and haunted, too
My demons surface now and then
And stuff me up the chimney flue
Not too comfy stuck up here
It's sooty and it's grimy
Santa has my sympathy
The beer he's served is briny
I am the light fantastic
The demons said to me
But they were made of plastic
I knew I had to flee
| Contributors: | Kansas Sam, Dassn't Say, Edgar, Francine, Nym, Nym(F do you ever sleep?). |
| Poem finished: | 19th July 2003. |