Nothing Will Prevail After The Neutrino
I think to make a piece of toast
Lies quite beyond my skill
Or so the pastor told the ghost
Ouside the Five-Star Grill
A naked naiad lay
But wouldn't pay my supper bill
Yet I'm not sad
At what has not transpired
To this old lad
For when he'd quite expired
He found out that he'd had
The best that he required
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw. |
Poem finished: | 20th January 2004 by Anon.. |