Cult Irregularities
The Underbelly Cult
Leads me to pout and sulk
Offends my sober ways
And therefore I shall skulk
Below the silent line
Hangs their battered bulk
Drooping, in a daze
That bloats out my hulk
I'm the Credible Sulk
The Underbelly Clan
Is what they tried to blame
For deviating rays
That obscure my first name
And, cowering aside
There is nothing like a dame
Sprawling on the baize
Doing anything for fame
I'm the Unholy Name
The Underbelly Clique
Embezzles all the pie it can
To gorge and fill it's gut
For, lacking all élan
It fills the passing time
Crushing the divan
Hoovering the mutt
Watching a "Roseanne"
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, loaf, Dassn't Say, asdf, Anon., Ethetran, Beefy, Lobster, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 10th November 2003 by Anon.. |