Implications
Take a pinch of mustard-seed
Sow it in your groin
Mix with half a quart of cream
A pound of tenderloin
And you will make that bastard heed
The trappings of his dream
Incantations in the night
Shall not drown our song
Shan't impede the menopause
We've waited for so long
As crimson yields its place to white
And right returns to wromg
Certain overweening laws
Drown us in our youth
Those that give that bastard cause
To extract a tooth
Send us, crawling on all fours
To find a pregnant pause
Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 18th April 2006 by loaf. |