Rather A Pain For The Fairy
A piece of verse should pierce the soul
Or prop the lids, at least
That overpeer our sleeping-roll
And wish that ill-rhymed doggerel was stringently policed
Some wish that they were six feet deep
And others, six feet wide
In stockinged feet, yet never weep
For snoozing lost while counting sheep, when pomes would not subside
And in the morning, side by side
With penguins at the foot,
We take our monkeys for a ride
To throw a dart at stocks aside the bestest call or put
A monkey up a fratboy's butt
With ice skates on his feet
Caused a suppurating cut
And made the little college brat piercingly bleat
The canyon walls begin to breathe
The river sighs again
Pacha Mama starts to seethe
Her dachshund stinks of gin
Did these verses pierce the soul?
Don't ask and we won't tell
That piercing never was goal
In truth , it's just as well
Contributors: | Apsley, Kansas Sam, loaf, Ethetran, Roland, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Dassn't Say, Francine, Ventnor, Grayman, Beefless, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 6th November 2003 by Anon.. |