If Perchance
Bold insurgence swept from coast to coast
When news came out that you would host the roast
And men with brazen forks would toast the ghost
To show it some bold semblance of desire
Dyspeptic inquisitors march across the moor
dropping emtpy pepto-bismol bottles along the shore
And those who lived here once, in days of yore
were apopleptic types who fumed and swore
At anyone who dared to call them liar
| Contributors: | Apsley, F, P, Ventnor, sarajo, Beefy, Dassn't Say. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd February 2005 by F. |