Tuppence For The Battery
Marie looked, but saw herself no more,
For she was presbyopic
She turned aside, and wandered door to door
All along the Tropic
Harry gorged, but saw himself as thin,
For he was astigmatic
He turned away, and said, "I cannot win."
At least he was pragmatic
Tony sneezed, but would not turn away,
For he was versophobic
"Two stanzas into one" was all he'd say
In whispers anaerobic
Rusty clanked, and beeped and buzzed while walking
For he was electronic
It even jangled gentle Stephen Hawking
Who spilled his gin & tonic
Contributors: | Apsley, F, Beefy, loaf, N, Grayman, Irene Adler, Kansas Sam, M. |
Poem finished: | 20th November 2003 by Anon.. |