Cliches But No Answer
If brevity's the soul of wit,
The afterlife, I guess
Must be rather humorless
Consigned to nether pit
Without an authoress
Without respite, however long
The afterlife must be,
It's surely plain to see
The energies are strong
So watch don't graze your knee.
If scabs occur, use iodine
Twice filrede through a sieve
Apply it only once, for if
Your skin is pink, or green
You've not got long to live
Spirited words in closing:
When wounds are found, destroy the knife
That stunts the sempiternal strife
Twixt Mammon and his brother's wife
Contributors: | Nym, loaf, F, Chevalier, Apsley, Nigel Sly. |
Poem finished: | 15th May 2006 by Apsley. |