Stop Playing Tiddlywinks When I'm Watching
On the plains of Andalucia, I met a honking horse
And Stéban was his name, yes, Stéban was his name
He had a funny accent - like a Moorish Ed, of course
He was a horse of fame, yes, a honking horse of fame
On the streets of Bratislava, I met a coughing crow
Who would not try my cheese, no, he would not try my cheese
He had a funny manner - just like Grouch Marx, you know
But the cigars made him wheeze, yes, they made him cough and wheeze
On the mountains of the Moon, I met a whooping whale
Whose hat was finest ham I say, whose hat was finest ham
He had a funny waddle - like a dog without a tail
He thinks therefore he am, yes, he thinks therefore he am
On the rooftop of my house, I met a flying pig
His wings were made of rubber bands, such stretchy rubber bands
He had a funny hairpiece - like my grandma's ratty wig
But no-one understands, no, no-one understands
| Contributors: | Grayman, Beefy, Kansas Sam, F, Karin, N. |
| Poem finished: | 6th December 2003 by Anon.. |