Gabriel, So Rotund
It's a wonderful life, to be sure
Much better than licking a skewer
So long as one's motives are pure
It's never too late to take tea
While sweeping away the debris
So long as one's motions show glee
And thus, should our being persist
To relish the joy of a cyst,
We sob for the pleasures we've missed
In a black-strucken moment of panic
The choice is depressive or manic
(Or even just boldly Hispanic...)
Contributors: | Roland, Nigel Sly, Chevalier, Daelm, Apsley, wolis, Arnold the Sly Ape. |
Poem finished: | 11th October 2005 by Roland. |