Robert Faked Tough Choices
There was an old coot from Zimbabwe
Who said: "This place really is drab; we
Could paint it all white
Then, each Friday night
Claw back all the farms we can grab. We
Could march on the streets of Harare
We could drive a magenta Ferrari
'So long as it's black'
They won't dare attack
Our sweet sacrificial safari
Contributors: | F, Beefy, Ibethby, loaf, Dassn't Say, Henry. |
Poem finished: | 23rd October 2003 by Beefy. |