WHat Further Unsightly Turbulence Awaits Below?
Carmelites! Before we know
The end of all our efforts, all our toil
Vanished, and before we go
To seek a life of unremitting toil
We toil ...
Josephine! I must insist
Your new line will go here,
Underneath, as in a list
The title words appear
I fear
Underlings! Clean up this page
The bane of all our efforts, all our skill
Versifying's all the rage
Unless you've no more time to kill
Like Jill
Josephine! Your tea's all cold
You're wasting countless hours
Unbelief, as you've been told
May heighten Satan's powers
Not ours
Contributors: | Roland, TG, Bop. |
Poem finished: | 24th February 1998. |