Even Elves Entirely Excellent
Twixt D and F I'm found, but missing from this ballad
As you mull this conundrum through, go off and munch your salad
What wings I sprout! I'll fly about. This paradigm is valid
Many things you'll think of, but most don't fit my bill
Furiously I daily munch a gumball or a pill
Until that day that I will say it is too much, I will
Finding words that I can post on Indigo is hard
But as long as I lack not in consonants, I am a worthy bard
I must maintain my rhythm too - I mustn't drop my guard
My ABC is undersold, a unit short of par
But still my rhyming flows - I didn't think 'twould go this far
(A stowaway in 'undersold', adjoining Mr R)
Oh rats! I thought I'd got it right
Got too much on your mind, you might?
At night on Hallowmass, I always crouch in fright
Contributors: | Padfoot, Karin, F, Kansas Sam, Francine, Grayman, *th*tran, ercheeepterex, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 1st November 2003 by Anon.. |