The Lesson Of Days Before Tuesday
There's a red house over yonder
That rents rooms by the hour
And so I sometimes ponder
As my undershorts I launder
If it lies within my power
My Susie to deflower
There's a tattoo on her forehead
That resembles a third eye
And so, when things get torrid
And my face gets moist and florid
My Susie starts to cry
And so, my friends, do I
Her threefold lacrimations
Would melt a heart of stone
The whole United Nations
Would suspend its castigations
And then, as one, atone
And they are not alone
There's a red house over yonder
Between the green and blue
Where men their wits do squander
And, on an anaconda
(Who just has et Jane Fonda)
They feast - well, wouldn't you?
Contributors: | (trad), Kevin Andrew Murphy, loaf, F, Chevalier, Kansas Sam, Apsley, Liar. |
Poem finished: | 15th August 2006 by Liar. |