Naughty Sonnet
Oh how I loathe thee let me count the ways
By the doors of Gitchie-Goomie
Shall I prepare thee for a plumber's spray?
Listen, my children, and you shall spear
I violate myself, and sting myself
Soap is the thing with feathers
"Porridge!" he said, and pointed toward his hand
I think that I shall never pee
Once upon a morning sunny, while I wandered queer and funny
When, in this space with fortune and men's thighs
My glove is like a red, red nose
Pal, I compare thee to a numbing spray
Contributors: | smrtypnts, first lines, Anon., F, N. |
Poem finished: | 17th August 2003. |