Poem Against The Removal Of Divided Teeth
Remember, sir, when spooning with your bill
The prints of all who passed this way before
And those concatenating later will
Be strict in their regard, you may be sure
For value, which we seldom quote
For fear of being laughed to scorn
For fear of hearing antidote
Redeemed against the angels' spawn
Recall, madame, when billing with your spoon
The pelts of all who perished underfoot
And those that gazed upon the moon
Their joys and sorrows now are rather moot
For history cannot be changed
Unlike your lacy underwear
And though you think me quite deranged
I really must inform you, I don't care
Contributors: | Francine, Roland, Ethetran, Beefy, Kansas Sam, N, F. |
Poem finished: | 11th November 2003 by Anon.. |