Little Claimed
Cakes of soap, or cheese with cake,
It little matters which
Of either I would fain partake
For my or someone else's sake
To stop the nether itch
Hands of light, or heavy hands
I could not give a jot
For all the silky sunny sands
That scour my now unhealthy glands
Aboard this sinking yacht
And so with lamb, or else with beef
We set a thief to catch a thief
Contributors: | Apsley, Margaret River, Chevalier, P. |
Poem finished: | 12th April 2007 by (Apsley). |