The Protective Turnip, Terrified Of Nightmares, Is Already Failing Under My Tutelage
I had a date with a girl named Fred
At least that's what his mother said
When she came round to warm the bed
But I told the mom, "Please, step aside"
And she replied, "I'm ten foot wide!"
"And some folk call me 'mattress-eyed'"
"But I," I said, "am fate made flesh!"
Perhaps you know me as Ganesh?
Who slew the Queen of Marrakesh
At this she turned around and fled
But matricide meant she'd be dead
- That's all I know of the girl named Fred.
| Contributors: | F, Helen Owly, loaf, P, Chevalier. |
| Poem finished: | 9th March 2006 by loaf. |