Longing For The Oligarch
Fun time for Natasha
Who dallied with the Pasha
In some Tibetan hide-out
A mile above the mist
No time for Petrova
Who crashed her old Landrover
Into the Dalai Lama
And fractured quite his wrist
Meal time, eat your kasha
In the ruined dasha
Before the Cossacks ride out
For their nightly tryst
When the ball is over
The ferry leaves from Dover
And promptly vomits Rover
Whilst all of us play whist
| Contributors: | Apsley, Kevin Andrew Murphy, loaf, Chevalier, F, trad-ish. |
| Poem finished: | 18th July 2006 by Chevalier. |