Good-luck To Endless Sorrow
Leastways, said the meter man, You'll always have some fish
Unless, that is, like Peter Pan, you'd like a fresh knish
Like that towards which Rita ran, a-clutching at a dish
"Sideways", said the pelican, "is how I like to fly"
"You can't!" "Ha, the hell I can! I say, give it a try!"
"If Orville Wright's old relic can attempt it, so can I!"
"Freeways", thought the caribou, "are always in the way"
Unlike the flapping marabou, on one side he must stay
Like those who have to share a loo. Oh, please, just go away!
| Contributors: | Apsley, F, Beefy, Grayman, Evan. |
| Poem finished: | 7th February 2005 by Beefy. |