Not A Proper Postman
More of me, and less of you
Should elevate debate.
Silent in a distant pew
I realized what I must do
To catalyse your hate
More of him, and less of her
Is much to be desired
Delete madam, insert sir
And then, without the least demur
Agree she should be fired
Less of us, and more of it
Is paradise, indeed
Ignoring the banana split
As undeserving of our wit
As both prepare to bleed
Less of they, and more of we
Could drive us round the bend
In a wild, drunken spree
Of folly and debauchery
That prayer could never end
Each of us, and one of him
In penitential pose
With basketfuls of cherubim
Might satisfy a random whim
As human history shows
| Contributors: | loaf, will h, F, trad-ish, Chevalier, radish, P. |
| Poem finished: | 9th March 2006 by P. |