Lark Ovaries
Have you ever thought of trimming your moustache?
You're waxing, but your sex appeal is waning
Would you ever contemplate submersion in the marsh?
It's simply that the others are complaining
That your ceaseless Tantric chanting's dull and harsh
Has that Rainy Taxi pulled up to our door?
It's hackneyed, but a handsome cab in essence
Would you ever contemplate submission on the floor?
Rolling in the hay without a thought to such nonsence
Believing all conventions are a bore.
Has the Foo of Dyspepsia shat on your head?
Leaving nothing further to be said?
Contributors: | Nym, dkb, loaf, Juan of the Pines, (trad-ish), Anon., Kevin Andrew Murphy. |
Poem finished: | 7th June 2006 by dkb. |