Desist, Whoreson Knave, Lest Great Cudgellings Befall Thee
To count the rings of Saturn
While kneeling on one knee
To pin the knitting-pattern
Upon the count of three
To sanctify each slattern
Will be the death of me
To count the rings of Redwood
Without the use of saw
To love my sister Edward
Without recourse to law
And then to slink home, bed-ward
Will leave me whipped quite raw
So – why not spurn ambition
And turn our minds from sin
Be mindful of perdition
And welcome Jesus in
Make piety your mission
But don't forget the gin!
Contributors: | Roland, TG. |
Poem finished: | 28th May 2004 by Anon.. |