But for the Headaches
You may think that it's time for a rhyme
But you surely have lead in your head
You sabotaging scamp, you nasty brat
You invaded my camp, and stole my hat!
You may think it's time for a boink
But you surely have lox in your socks
You Satyrical oaf, you loathsome dolt
Your folly exeeds that of Caffeine Free Jolt
You may think it's time for amazement
But you surely have hops in your tops
You Bunburyesque wretch, you canoodling lowlife
That was no lady, that was my wife!
You may think that it's time for arrhythmia
But you surely have beats in your feets
You wayfaring goof, you quarrelsome git
Your underwear must be re-knit!
You may think it's time for a yard sale
But you surely have Czechs on your decks
You bumbling twerp, you pitiful turd
You odorous burp, you four-letter word
You may think that it's time for the end
But you surely have flaps in your knaps
You fflattering fool, you pandering pimp
You maladied mule, you shrivelling shrimp
You may think that it's time for arugula
But you surely are dull in the skull
You nattering neigh, you slathering slug
You scabrous dodo, you blithering bug
You may think that it's time for a rhyme
But surely you jest in your nest
You pestilent twit, you cow-tipping bumpkin
You light-dimly-lit, you Halloween squash
Contributors: | Nym, F, Beefy, tonedeaf, asdf, JC, Kansas Sam, Karin, snood, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Francine. |
Poem finished: | 24th July 2003. |