Though Tamborines are Comforting
I may have to saddle a horse
My preference to 'pigs', of course
And with adequate training
(And slight porcine straining)
I may even be with the Force
Whilst trying to tame a wild pony
I wore a new gizmo from Sony
It bleeped and it squawked
Left me bleeding and pocked
(I'd guessed that its claims had been phoney)
I may have to hail down a cab
My legs are too long to mount my Lab
But I'm lacking the cash
And I've sold all my stash
I'll have to go into rehab
So is this how it ends?
'Fraid so, my friends
Contributors: | F, K8, Ethetran, Kansas Sam, Karen, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 21st September 2003. |