They Came Third
Dyspeptic Malthusians are roaming about
Hunting for their favourite prey
Sometimes they're skinny, sometimes they're stout
Sometimes pink and sometimes grey
Elusive Ephesians are stalking us now
In their patented camouflage socks
Some came by camel, some came by dhow
And they're planning on cleaning our clocks
Those darn Etruscans are rising from graves
With a thousand-year hunger to sate
Those darn Neantherthals issue from caves
And they're dishing out death worse than fate
Meanwhile the Masons are making things worse
With their megalomaniac plots
Some speak in riddles and some speak in verse
But we all know who's calling the shots
Clearly, the Keynsians ransacked our kids
When supplies were much in demand
Now, their futures are poor, on the skids
And their pants are filled with sand
Yet Throat Singing Tuvans with time on their hands
Are wringing the necks of the Shriners
Extracting the hormones from pineal glands
To plump up their shriveled vaginas
Contributors: | F, N, Ethetran, Beefy, Dassn't Say, dok, Kansas Sam, archaeopteyrx, K8, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 6th September 2003. |