Those Whose Every Movement Counts
I chanced upon a postcard
And sent it straight away
For fear lest, should I wait too long
My friends might think I'd gone astray
And spelt their surnames wrong
I tried to send an email
From Lorna's old machine
For fear lest, should I try to phone
She'd realise that I had been
Left far too long alone
Still: if I reach a hundred
I'll never watch "Big Brother"
For fear lest, when my wits decayed
I'd have no option but to smother
All those there displayed
Contributors: | Roland, TG, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 16th August 2004 by TG. |