Today's Not Likely
Pardon my haste - I really must dash
Not like the other extremists
Who cause my left leg to break out in a rash
While the right one was lost in the sea-mists
Of emotion
Let them eat cake – so tender their teeth
No point in pleasure deferring
Despite my top jaw's being stuck underneath
The ladle with which I am stirring
The ocean
Contributors: | TG, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 25th May 2004 by TG. |