Fields Of Everywhere
His secretary's teeth were sown
In the hem of her old ball-gown
Small wonder she stood alone
And thought aloud of what she'd done:
My floor is not a storey
Tony Blair is a Tory
His story has a flaw
Under international law
His secretary's teeth were sewn
In peasant style, roughly hewn
With boulders, rocks and stones,
As she stood alone, regretting bygones
My pastry is not a shoe
Tony Blair has no clue
What to do
| Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Chevalier, Nigel Sly, Big Andy. |
| Poem finished: | 10th August 2005 by Chevalier. |