This Lame War Mixes Our Cement
If I understand you right,
The Spaniards have invaded?
Nope: the brainiacs storm our beach.
Hurling plums (and an occasional peach)
From groceries they've raided
If I just keep out of sight
The Portuguese sha'n't find me
And the Brains will scratch their eggheads in dismay
Idly spearing their occasional prey
This poem is so frigging lame
| Contributors: | Apsley, Ventnor, Dassn't Say, loaf, Anon.. | 
| Poem finished: | 10th November 2003 by Anon.. |