Disease Me
When one would look into your eye
And two look down your throat
You knew you had seen the famed Siamese optometricotorhinolaryngologist triplets
They're world-renowned; I would not lie
And all three share one coat
When one would say "Mud in your eye!"
And two would tar and feather
You've met the schzoid tripolar personality known as "Old Chicken Giblets"
You'd best avoid them; would that I
Had sidestepped them forever
When one sip is far from enough
And two just leave you yearning
You've contracted the now pandemic Vishnuhaddanudderbrewski Syndrome
You run around, soused, in the buff
And stomachs you'll be turning
| Contributors: | Tristan, F, Kansas Sam, Beefy, Ethetran, Grayman, Karin, Dassn't Say, quasi. |
| Poem finished: | 19th October 2003 by Anon.. |