Clumps and Wisps
Orthodontists wrecked my life
While I vainly slept
Put my teeth inside my wife
While our descendants wept
With strain and strife
When the molars turned awry
Hoban soundly slept
Dreaming of a subtle pie
At which the leopards leapt
In Peckham Rye
Thus the plot and moral's clear
Hist! thou Narcolept
To what's said of seasoned beer
While our kinsfolk crept
To strain a tear
Contributors: | Apsley, olaf, Apsley (or not). |
Poem finished: | 15th February 2007 by olaf. |