Heresy Of Cosmic Sanity
The moon is made of cheese, and so
Let's get the port, and off we go!
I've got some crackers (in a tin)
Of a kind that's crisp and smart and thin
Our hair is made of straw, and thus
It's time to board the party bus
We'll motor down to New Orleans
Once we're dressed up in designer jeans
Our dreams will come to naught--ah, well!
Each one of us is bound for hell
The future does indeed look bleak
Unless, of course, you're of the meek
You're made of what you eat, but then
That's why we're all just processed men
Don't think about it, if you can
Resist the lure of rhubarb flan
Contributors: | Ethetran, Beefy, Padfoot, Apsley, F, N, Big Andy, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 27th November 2003 by Anon.. |