Menthols for Dinosaurs
Do not go husky into that bad flight
Instead take menthols, once or twice a day
Rake, rake against the coming of the blight
Though boxers in the ring know how to fight
Because their bouts had linked no websites they
Do not go husky into that bad flight
Bad men, the last fly by, crying how slight
Their quail feet might have tasted on a green tray
Bake, bake against the numbing of the byte
Strange folk who sighed and shed a tear in fright
And learned, too late, their blackbeards had turned gray
Do not go husky into that bad flight
Fat men, near death, who ate with all their might
Beer guts could bulge like dinosaurs gone astray
Swim, swim against the turning of the tide
And you, my poodle, there on the web site
Code, program me now with your sleek java, I say
Do not grow lentils onto that low height
Rake, rake against the coming of the blight
Contributors: | dylan thomas, N, Francine, F, baoloa, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 7th August 2003. |