Kate's Gruttock Impaler
In times of stress I like to scratch my foot
In times of war I sit upon the fence
But never have I been known to bless a muffin
Nor smite a puffin
When once at sea I sought to ride the waves
Astride a crimson narwhal most immense
And though I then thought its perfume quite appealing
I realized it was melancholy I was feeling,
When in the hills, I like to take a hike
To make me less morose and more intense;
But when I chance upon the remnants of a stile
In fury then I charge at it and dash it in a pile
My God! the very maggots seem alive
Or seemed so when I flushed them with incense
Against the will of God they strive,
But why should He not wish them thrive?
Contributors: | Bop, TG, jg, The Agent Apsley, Roland, Stacy. |
Poem finished: | 2nd May 1998. |