The Virginal Chorus Sings Alleluia
Her clavicle was something to behold
But only from the front - at night,
At other times, it weren't a pretty sight
His bulbous nose was oftentimes awry
But still could sniff the faintest scent
But only when he fasted during Lent
Her droopy knees were cause enough to stare:
But only if she wasn't wearing hose
And times like this infrequently arose
His bandersnatch was truly overlarge
He'd never find clothes big enough
Thank god we never saw him in the buff
| Contributors: | F, Apsley, N. |
| Poem finished: | 18th November 2003 by Anon.. |