The Crooner Under Cover
Way down upon the Swanee River
In a little wooden shack
I seldom felt the lack
For steaming plates of rancid liver
That lay upon my back
Last Saturday, I slowly realized
With consid'rable dismay
I always felt this way
True, my underpants are oversized
But that's the vogue today
| Contributors: | F, TG, Apsley, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 11th January 2005 by Apsley. |