Cufflinks Fascinate Nobody Except Rasputin
Gone from here, by twenty leagues,
And then by twenty more
Three midgets clad in blue fatigues
Are settling the score
A popgun each the warriors wield
And halberds eek galore
Of tiny scale; a hub-cap shield
Is what completes the score,
As I have said before
Fancy free, or so they say,
In accents broad and wild
Is how these midgets pave their way
So often unbeguiled
By tigers, cougars, cats and stoats
By aubergine and swede
Of any kind; a furry coat
Will add the 's' it needs
When Kana intercedes
To Kana raise we Joy and Peace
While hooting like an owl
And then we raise the Golden Fleece
In likeness of a towel
'Til Squidward's krabby gob complains
Of nothing much, or so
The poet says; though not insane
It's time that he should Go
And leave those in the know.
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Arnold the Sly Ape, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 13th November 2005 by Apsley. |