His Lucky Skull Has Perished
In his ochre jodhpurs
Frank Sinatra snored
Careless of admirers
And the thing adored
Such were our researches
In the month of May
Jumping over churches
We would have our way
Jumping over hahas
With the Peckham hunt
In their silk pyjamas
From the silken runt
Such was my dilemma
On the cusp that night
If I jilted Gemma
Would I feel aright?
If I slept with Martha
Pressed her, hard and coarse,
On the corpse of Arthur
It would mean divorce
If I ravished Sarah
On a bank of moss
Would her lantern-bearer
Hold a weighty boss?
If I ruined Lucy
And her lover Matt
Pressed them hard and juicy
Who would care for that?
Should I shaft Diana
With an upright spur
But in a gentle manner
Would she still demur?
Should I lie with Chloe
'Twixt her silken thighs
On her bosom showy
Of enormous size?
By corrupting Fifi
(Of delightful charms)
In some bower leafy
Might she lose her arms?
By seducing Kitty
In my modest way
All Saliva City
Asks what is its pay
By molesting Margaux
My pas become faux
Should I slide with Skimmer
That disgusting rimmer?
Might I soil McLucas
With a mass of mucus?
Shall I cope Verona
And his huge corona?
Shall I twist Gibraltar
On an iron psalter?
Lemme trail amoeba
Make out I'm a diva
Shoorah mekkit Osbel
Don't recite a Gospel
gwasa gwasa gwasa
Said dear Mali's Mansa
schleswig ...
Mit Hedwig?
spuntt
o cunt
| Contributors: | (trad), Apsley, Surlaw. |
| Poem finished: | 18th June 2006 by loaf. |