Grid Of Life Expectant
The weight of expectation is pressing on my brain
With consequent distortion to my hat
How my womb has made the trek my doctors can't explain
They also can't explain why I'm so fat
So that's that
It's hard to judge the distance from the window to the wall
I blame their chummy sharing of a plane
There was a way of measuring but now I can't recall
It's just as well I'm not entirely sane
Once again
Yet you who think that pie are squared have surely slipped a gear
And bent your differential, what is more
For nothing's more - when all is told - than summed up by my rear
And that is really nothing but a bore
For all four
Contributors: | Beefy, Roland, Kansas Sam, Padfoot, P, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 20th June 2004 by Roland. |