The Tartan Cow Trap
There was a young man from Nantucket
Whose head resembled a bucket
His hurricane jaw
was skinned and red raw
Which pious folk rightly deplore
So then this young man form Nantucket
Are you going to just say Phuket?
Set out all alone
with a hint of groan
That turned ev'ry list'ner to stone
He carried himself so majestic
That rarely he scraped his left testic
Yet poise yields its pain
In the body and brain
Until we're all driven insane
| Contributors: | F, Ben, Roland, Nigel Sly, emmaweesle, Chevalier, Daelm, wolis, Helen Owly, Arnold the Sly Ape, Ethetran. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd October 2005 by F. |