Doom Dealt Deftly
The djinn that made me sneeze
Had caught the French disease
My genie allergy
Has been mapped out
With facile ease
The muse that made us puke
Was virus-ridden quite
By puerile energy
Which earned a clout
On the perruque
The sprite that made us blush
Got trampled in our rush
For futile synergy
That made us flout
The rule of Hush
| Contributors: | loaf, Apsley, asdf, Beefy, Kansas Sam, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 18th February 2004 by Apsley. |