Gadfly Pudding
Side by side sat F & N, with monitors opposed,
"I know I'll get the best of him" each one of them supposed
Why seek one perfect line when fifty thousand lessers clamor?
N has such an attitude, I'll hit him with a hammer
Francine you're simply much too swift, you've taken my position
And here's the perfect time to call the Spanish Inquisition.
First they'll torture you with comfy chairs and cushions
Then they'll start with shovings and with pushings
But then Francine is such a pompous brat
If she were mine I'd stuff her like the cat.
The versifiers have take a sudden turn towards violence
And yet we form the perfect whackers alliance
Contributors: | Hagfish, Karin, Francine, Nym (F - ouch). |
Poem finished: | 19th July 2003. |