Profit and the Usual Umbrage
Lest we profit from the slides
I'll hide the microscope
And several of my books besides
And endless shanks of rope
We'll say we never met this night
And sang from different sheets
We'll burn the proof by candlelight
And snuff each lamb that bleats
Let forensic sharks go hang
Their wits are dim, at best
Their subtle probes will boomerang
Both ant and anapaest
I never met an anapaest
Though boors are two a penny
And knowing you filled me with zest
To ride the spinning jenny
But in its lack, I'll ride a hake
Or sit upon a pin
Or bake a file in a cake
And kiss my kith and kin
Jail is dull - let's face it, Dude
Though your wife was duller
So tell the Board when you're reviewed
You'll wear the priestly collar
Contributors: | loaf, F, Beefy, Roland, Kansas Sam, Grayman, Apsley, Beefless. |
Poem finished: | 26th October 2003 by Anon.. |