Honestly, If Anyone Dares Mention Earwax Again...
Among the elbows, as a rogue
I'd often go a-shoving
On my pogo stick I'd poge
Above the clouds, as is the vogue
For I was nature-loving
Amidst the fracas, as a frump
I'd often go a-dipping
On my head there is a lump
The product of a well-aimed thump
A drama I found gripping
Around the houses, as a gnome
I'd often go a-fishing
Off my beer I'd blow the foam
To see the beer-fish in their home
Get drunk and end up kishing
Aside the engines, as a tramp
I'd often go a-touring
On my own, with just a lamp
I'd slide upon a slippery ramp
I found the life alluring
Among the mermaids, as a fish
I'd often go a-wooing
I never got my fondest wish
To gain a taste of such a dish
As Neptune's chef was brewing
Among the nurses, as a clown
I'd often shake maracas
With my trousers falling down
And a badly painted frown
I'd seltzer-ize their knockas
Above the meadow, as a kite
I'd often go a-sailing
I like gliding when in flight
But the wind ain't always right
And then a cab I'm hailing
Contributors: | Roland, Grayman, Ethetran, Beefy, F, Padfoot, Beery, fester, Kansas Sam, Betty, Fatty. |
Poem finished: | 9th October 2003 by Beefy. |