Cleaning the Little Weasels
Where have all the guppies gone?
For you, and I, have nothing on
What have all the puppies done?
Something naughty, something fun
Why have all the weasels left?
They needed only ask to stay
Who's to blame for Diesel's theft?
Me and my old buddy, Ray
When will all the penguins fly?
Perhaps when hell freezes over
Who will eat this shoofly pie?
My buddy's little dog named Rover.
Where have all the hipsters gone?
They're off to acquire MBA's.
To catch some sun on Harvard's lawn
I recollect my salad days...
When with guitar I sang folk ballads
And quaffed improbable quantities of salads
| Contributors: | F, baoloa, Karin, N, Randy, Dassn't Say, loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 3rd August 2003. |