Messages For Sandwichmen
We scaled it down
It seemed no longer worth the cost
I give you, then, the Golden Gate Tightrope
We sexed it up
It seemed momentum had been lost
I give you, then, the conservationist's dream, the sloth
We hemmed it in
It seemed so still and greatly mossed
I give you then, the Statue of Liberty
We flushed it out
It seemed quite tipsy, oversauced
I give you, then, Dean Martin's liver
Contributors: | Roland, P, Kansas Sam, Beefy, Irene. |
Poem finished: | 27th February 2004 by Anon.. |