Cheese Pistons Of All Ages
What is this evil in our midst?
What say we hold a seance
And bid it to reveal itself
True spirit of abeyance
Let us dim the lights and call it forth
Let us join hand to hand
And hum and chant these special words
That none can understand:
Would you like an orangeade, love?
The evil's being pithy - squash it now
With an iron fist impatient
And hope to see it exorcised tonight
While its power's still nascent
Let us ope the blinds and shoo it hence
And keep it from our neighbors
Even though the effort is immense
And hardly worth our labours:
Would you like a Band-Aid, love?
Contributors: | Big Andy, chaise, TG, jm, loaf, Apsley, Stacy Alexander. |
Poem finished: | 25th January 2004 by TG. |