Outwardly Nubile
Let us go then, you and I
To the place where burgers fry
There we'll sit in calm and peace
Or founder in a sea of grease
Formica beckons us to chat
Where the owner lately shat
And so we choose another table
With good sense whilst we are able
Mabel! Bring us CokesŪ and IceesŪ !
Which we'll take with us on the high seas
Contributors: | F, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Reg, loaf, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 24th June 2006 by Apsley. |