Wiggles in Spain
The bubble bath! The bubble bath! I float in pink champagne.
The level's high! This double bath will end my youthful reign!
One afternoon, in early June, I took my final shower,
My skin evinced an early prune; their plot began to flower
With carbuncles and vescicles and nasty little zits
This disease has wracked my body, and sent me into fits
Impetigo, beri-beri, psoriasis, consumption and gout
I think I may have caught them all from eating sauer-kraut
With crackled pigtails, bird's feet soup and salmonella tea
I hope to do to all of them what they've done unto me
The muggle stew! The muggle stew! I cook in ecstasy
The level's right; this broth will do; those crumbs will cop no plea!
One afternoon, in early March, I took my final savor
As Colonel Harlan Sanders said, "Twelve spices--that's the flavor!"
And so with bubble baths and stews, I found myself rhapsodic
Yet readers who hate rhyming pairs by now are near-psychotic
So l shall end this tale of stews and sybaritic baths
By leading rhyming readers, far and wide, down primrose trails
| Contributors: | Dassn't Say, Kansas Sam, td, Nym, Karin, Francine. |
| Poem finished: | 27th July 2003. |