Confessions, Truly
To dear Mrs Hoopledon, I hope you're feeling better
I hear you had a case of flu and lost your favorite sweater
I'm sending you a recipe, included in this letter
As well as several skeins of yarn and a cross-eyed Irish Setter
To my dearest Billy Tibble, my warm congratulations
I hear you were assigned the job of Director of Gyrations
I heard the news just yesterday, on all the TV stations
Even Kofi mentioned it at the United Nations
To your Highness, Baron Bottleby, I feel I must protest
Your wearing of alpaca suits without a matching vest
Of those penguin feather boots, it's time that you confessed
Your title "baron" is a sham and you're ludicrously dressed
To quaint old mistress Apfelbaum,Ican't quite stand your name
They caught you kissing Captain Culp (I heard from Auntie Mame)
You kissed him on his poop deck ugh it makes me feel such shame
But I confess It was I that his pegleg set aflame
Contributors: | Nym, F, stephanie, Evan, Randy, archaeopteryx. |
Poem finished: | 22nd July 2003. |