Fish Jam Voting
The elephants of Iceland were meeting for the talks
Where their policy on jam would be decided
They all dropped yellow ballots in a purple ballot box
Except for Pach E. Derm, who had presided
The leaders took the ballot box and went away to count
though none of them were very good with numbers
They got as far as fifty-three then gave up in despair
And went away to feast on roast cucumbers
The herd, of course, was pondering which way the vote would go
While swinging trunks to quell their great impatience
The sky went dark, the night came on, and still they had to wait
Sitting 'round the fire with their relations
The morning came, and still no sign: was jam OK or not?
At last, the crowd saw Derm wave "shush" with trunk
They quieted their children and gathered close around
To learn their jammy lot - or so they thunk ...
"Oh, fellow 'phants the news I have is grave beyond belief
I scarcely know just how to introduce it
I'd now announce the tally if your votes were here to count
So be on the lookout for the purple ballot box bandit
In the meantime, here's a plan to save us from this jam
For now we will eat marmalade instead
Now ... to those of you who voted elsewise: please don't call it 'sham'
For jam don't taste as half as good on bread
Contributors: | Big Andy, Ethetran, Irene Adler, Kansas Sam, N, F, Beefy, smrtypnts, Kansas Sam (the Sham). |
Poem finished: | 22nd November 2003 by Anon.. |