History Repeats Itself Itself Frequently Despite Appearances To The Contrary
Ten thousand men have lost their lives
While mopping Taj Mahal
They did it just to please their wives
Whose pride before their fall
Was the undoing of them all
They all signs that said "Wet Floor"--except one mopping man
Whose job it was to guard the door
That's where the fall began
The royal prince came to inspect
He flung the door wide, and it started
His fall went quite unchecked
Each fell from the force last imparted
Like dominos did those cleaners tumble
The prince arose; his eyes were wide
He could but barely mumble
Yet he giggled so hard that he cried
Ten thousand men had fallen
But, man, that floor was clean!
Fit to hold a ball in
And polished to a sheen
| Contributors: | Nym, asdf, Anon., asdf (sorry to do 2!), F. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd July 2003. |