We Wish You Joy Of Haggis
Before I close this inquest
Does any body here
Remind you folk of Budapest
The middle of last year?
That body may be rigid
Or flexible as lead
One thing's for sure, it's frigid
And ill behoves my bed
But in the proper setting
With lights discreetly dim
Then, veiled with artful netting,
And turned to South, a bit
Rejigged by Kansas Slim
(Pedantic be to him)
It shall be an exhibit
In catalog three nine five
The which all men prohibit
Lest pandemonoum thrive
I challenge you to read it
Without a microscope
And then receive your plaudits
From Alexander Pope
Who, in the proper lighting,
With eyes discreetly veiled
Displayed the art of fighting
And burned his mouth, a bit
But neither flinched nor quailed
As it was all derailed
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Apsley, Helen Owly, WhizzoDust, Dassn't Say. |
Poem finished: | 14th April 2005 by Beefy. |