Burns With Mayflowers Downstream
My love is like a red, red nose
That only drips in winter
And cultivates a hairy growth
In just one nostril, sometimes both
This simile, though, I suppose
Begins to twist and splinter
My love is wont to juxtapose
Especially in summer
A top hat and a tennis shoe
My sweetheart and a chimney flue
Unripe bananas - six of those
and tender artichokes in rows
He screwed it - what a bummer!
| Contributors: | Ethetran, F, Big Andy, Grayman, Bob Redfoot, N, Anon.. |
| Poem finished: | 21st November 2003 by Anon.. |