Food For Sentimental Souls Like Us
Turkey, yams and pumpkin pie
They make me want to vomit
And that is why I'm glad that I
Discovered Halley's Comet
No finer diet's known to man
(We heard this once from Ethetran)
Interstellar dust meringue
Ambrosia of the godlings
But 'cause I sang of its citrus tang
I'm subject to their fondlings
No sweeter punishment exists
(And yes, the tingling still persists)
Contributors: | Padfoot, Grayman, Ethetran, Beefy, Roland, F, Big Andy. |
Poem finished: | 28th November 2003 by Beefy. |