Sirloin Of Thanet
Give this custard just one stir
And then push down while turning
In this way, your fire, not burning,
Reeks of mildewed myrrh
Give that noggin one good thwack
And then replay the choices
In looped tapes and echoed voices
Sing of putrid crack
Give these children one live mouse
And then say, "Call him Mickey"
In a trice, there's something sticky
Seeping through the house
Give those harlots one good hump
And then preside in scandal
Burning both ends of the candle
Leaves a greasy lump
Contributors: | Apsley, Helen Owly, loaf, F, Chevalier, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 16th February 2006 by F. |