Tugged Up
All is quiet; my morning cup of tea is steaming in my hands
I put it quickly down, and open up the news
Will the Red Terror Gang accede to the demands
What about this war over obsolete sands
I then saw an offer too good to refuse
"White elephant shaped wicker bathroom, with lid: for just £10"
I know it must be mine, and I mean now
Could this deal possibly be as good as it sounds?
What about the rumour that's doing the rounds
That it really is just the ear of a sow?
Contributors: | (trad), Beefy, loaf, jm, Padfoot, Big Andy, Karin, F. |
Poem finished: | 14th January 2004 by Karin. |