The Progenitors Served Them
When our pets outlive their use
We'll just post them on E-Bay
"Your bids for this outmoded goose
Who looks like Tom DeLay?"
Golden eggs not guaranteed
Would make a lovely Sunday roast
And Lassies, when well-fricaseed,
Are delicious served on toast
When our wives stay on too long
We'll run them through the shredder
When they emerge, we'll sing a song
And eat our bread and cheddar
Golden age, you must agree
(Though we miss their fancy cooking)
For it leaves us fancy-free
To chase the better-looking
| Contributors: | Roland, F, loaf, TG, e, Kansas Sam, quasi, Beefy, Ethetran. |
| Poem finished: | 29th September 2003. |