In The Seventh Parcel Are Several Businessmen
When pass-the-parcel palls
A coat of snow soon falls
On coot and weasel bland
Throughout this ravished land
With sealing-wax and string
An envelope will bring
A wad of homespun cash
To fund our mercy-dash
How unusual to dream
Of cabbages and cream
To pick one's halting way
Through germs who'd sneeze the day
And then to face the day
Sell Apsley on e-Bay
Reserving only this:
We don't guarantee bliss
| Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, P, Anon., Kansas Sam, Tori, fester. |
| Poem finished: | 10th June 2004 by Roland. |