Fructose Frogs For Little Boys
A line of sawdust or cocaine
Will seldom help to heal the pain
And smoking crack or heroin
Will not improve the mess your in
While drinking whisky by the quart
Cures weakness of a certain sort
But chocolate! Now, there's the thing
Beloved of conqueror and king
The German type can make one feel
As bulbous as the Common Eel
But still has charms to soothe the soul
When thrust into a waiting hole
And you in rapture will declare
That I am wearing underwear
Discovered on a ransacked train
And used to wash a window pane
But, really, what you need is tea
A biscuit or a scone might be
The cure to your so secret stain
(You once abused a candy cane)
But tea alone will make you hale
I advocate some English ale
To bring the ruddy glow of health
And make you thin yourself, in wealth,
By buying friends a dozen rounds
And going, thus, beyond the bounds
Of ale that's safe for mortal men
E'en if they know themselves as Ken
Contributors: | Apsley, Beefy, Ethetran, smrtypnts, loaf, Roland, Irene Adler, PeterWRC, P, F, N, Padfoot, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 13th November 2003 by Anon.. |