Westwards In Search Of Undiscovered Pastries
Despite his utter shabbiness
Despite his fearsome pong
My only gripe with Rudolf Hess
Is that infernal song
When Holst was in the sewers
When Holst was in the mire
Old Rudolf, with his anagrams
And diabolic choir
Supposed a thrilling threnody
Supposed a cunning ploy
That German folk would love to sing
All others to annoy
And worse than Ode to Joy ...
Contributors: | Roland, TG, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 27th August 2004 by TG. |