Agog at the Freaks
Whatever are you doing, Mr. Trimble?
The neighbors are all agog.
I never knew you were so nimble
You've outrun the fleetest frog.
Whatever are you doing, Mrs. Murshki?
The animals are quite upset
They heard you served the fishes tea
You know it makes them fret.
Whatever are you wearing, Mr. Ingle?
The ladies all are in a tizz
They know you're married and not single
And yet your hair is in a frizz
| Contributors: | Francine, Karin, Nym, F. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd July 2003. |