Dog-biscuit Dunking
I paid for all this road myself
From my enormous stealthy wealth
In hope that harridan and whore
Will meet me on the yonder shore
To celebrate the breaking day
And drown themselves in Chardonnay
To my own true delight
They built it out of tar and lime
And several pails of rancid slime
In hope that termagant and drab
Would meet them at the Smash'n'Grab
To whoop it up with beer and gin
And let them get beneath their skin
Somehow it just ain't right
And then, as the Policemen slept
The planners and the workers wept
In hope that courtesan and crone
Would cease to grovel and to moan
Until they found a proper cause
It's time to pass a few more laws
For workers of the night
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, F, Beefy, Apsley (sounding tra, TG. |
Poem finished: | 28th February 2005 by Roland. |